We're still alive, just exhausted.
This week found me asking, in a not-Betty-Friedan fashion, who am I?
The answer: not everything I want; at least, not all at once.
I had to shop and cook for a church-wide brunch, visit nursing home patients, and make my way to the Blissdom blog conference.
The conference worried me most. Forget the clothes! What would I say to the inevitable "What happened to you?"
On First Friday we met our priest at 7:30 Mass. Maybe, just this once, we'd race through our nursing home visits with time to spare?
Nope! Not only did we have our regular route, we picked up an extra 2 nursing homes, too.
It was the best morning we've ever had.
We found all our patients without delay. The kids behaved amazingly, even through the lunchtime hour. Two patients requested that we return to pray with them next week. Our priest asked me to help him create a blog.
I headed to the conference feeling like my heart would burst. What better confirmation that I had made the right choice?
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