Grace for the Thursday morning

I come down the stairs amid a 6:45 am haze.  The littlest has woken me up the same way she did yesterday- with her blood curdling there’s-a-serial-killer-in-my-bedroom scream.  We grab her monkey and blankie and fight through hour #35 of this week- just me and the kids. I can’t do it. I look at the pile of dirty dishes.  My to-do list litters my desk with a pile of uncut coupons and unpaid bills. I’m weary again. Joy escapes me and …

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