It was such an eventful day.
There were heartbreaking revelations that I fear I cannot digest. It was such a bad day.
My work day was toxic that it felt more like a Thursday than a Monday. I had a ton of email to reply to - a lot needing careful consideration because one step can be deadly, career-wise. Procrastination got to me again as I preferred to wait until it was the deadline before I sent out my peer feedback; I had eight write-ups to do. It.was.TOXIC!
By late afternoon, I felt like I was going to pass out. How crazy can this day be? I was working from home but there was no chance for a breather. Then there are "requests" from the kids here and there.
Mom, I want this. Mom, can you get that?
Then I saw it. My six-year old daughter was in the kitchen, her small hands washing the plates and glasses they used for snacks. My four-year old ran to hug and kiss me.
Mommy, I love you.
I guess she saw that I needed the confirmation.
Sometimes it takes those little things to affirm that, although you are hurting, life goes on. Will things mend to the way they were before they were broken? I don't know. I just know that, in case it stays broken, there are blessings to be thankful for; there are rays of sunshine even when dark clouds cover them.