There were days I honestly didn't think I, or my children, could handle one more day. But God promises His mercies are new everyday and whatdayaknow - that happens to be true; so this became a promise that I clung to.
You see, for the last 2 months I've been doing this...
|Yes...I'm totally bragging on Jaxon's dive. But I'm SO proud of how far it has come this season!|
Behind me are 40 - 60 hour work weeks; but I've been left with 176 children that I came to love, the greatest coaches I've ever worked with, an amazing tan (one that I will blame all my wrinkles on in a few short years), Speedo tan lines that someone my age shouldn't be sporting and an undefeated season for our coaches relay. :)
My kids don't seem to resent me and I'm still partially sane, which is the best I could ever hope for anyways.
To my children, thank you for your patience and your adaptability.
To my friends, forgive me for my abandonment. Thank you for not taking it personal. I owe each of you that I didn't return phone calls or emails to for 2 months, dinner at Chuy's. :)
And here is a shout out to all those working moms. I have no idea how you do it everyday. God Bless YOU!