Today went much better.
Probably because a billion people were praying for me. Including my HH and his never ending love, patience, and faith in me. He talked with me until late into the night until I was okay enough sleep.
I hoped I would feel better in the morning. But I didn't.
And the kids weren't exactly well-behaved either.
But, HH and I talked this morning and he shared with me the results of his praying and what we can do to better our situation. And it gave me hope.
And we all know that hope is the key to pressing on.
A friend encouraged me to join her and other friends for lunch. Darling A and I needed a place to go anyway because there was a showing going on at the house. It was a lot of effort being out among the living, but I think it helped.
And then, miraculously, the kids were fairly well-behaved tonight. We had a nice peaceful dinner, during which everyone ate their food--including their vegetables.
We had time to read a couple of stories.
We had our share of time outs as well. But, we survived them.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but I'm grateful for the relief of today.
Now I just need my HH. I wish he could wrap me in his arms and I could feel safe in his strength and optimism. We're 1/7th of the way through this. I know it will get easier, but I hate it anyway.