A friend has to take her little boy to the Children's Hospital tomorrow for tests. I know how yucky that can be, so I called her this morning to tell her I'll be bringing her dinner tomorrow. I know it's a small thing among all her other concerns, but it's the one I can help with. And hearing the relief in her voice was a Joyful Moment for me.
Enough to offset the nagging little voice in the back of my head reminding me that I can barely manage to get dinner for my own family on the table many nights.
The rest of the day went okay. There were some stresses and Darling A still isn't allowing me to get much sleep, so I was on rocky ground by the time HH arrived home. We ate a quick dinner and hurried off to the gym, so he and the oldest two could take a rock climbing class while the rest of us watched on.
I forgot my camera again and haven't yet gotten the pictures I took with HH's phone, but there was some pretty impressive climbing. All three made it to the top of at least one course. It was a Joyful Moment watching how proud they were. Especially Little M. He didn't make it all the way to the top until his very last attempt (he may have received a little boost from the belayer). I was so proud of him for his persistence!
Then I rushed off to do some grocery shopping. Baby B has become a full fledged nightmare to shop with. Not a Joyful Moment, but nice to do on my own.
Here's hoping for some sleep so I can face tomorrow a little better!