One Week

This has been a week. One that I hope I don't have to redo for quite awhile. It is a week that has disqualified me as mom of the year. As professor of the year. As wife of the year. As housekeeper of the year (oh who am I kidding - I was never even in the running for this one!).

One week ago I locked my keys in the car on the way to take my sister back to the airport. Did I mention that my child was also locked in the car?

I lost my cell phone over the weekend. When I finally found it I also found out I had a funeral to go to - just one hour after I picked up the message. Good planning.

Monday was Wy's two month immunizations. He wailed. He was not happy. And I didn't have any children's Tylenol...I had to stop at Target on my way home from the doctor to get it. Where are the instruction manuals on parenting, anyway?

And then we went to a funeral. He was passed around about 20 times (no exaggeration here). It messed him up a bit. I then dropped him at Lindsey's house and went to teach class at a local high school. I had left for the funeral from the Doctor's office...no teaching materials. I had to ask for a pen...good planning.

Monday Mark left for a week to Lamar, CO to process a lot of calves for his health project. He won't return until Saturday. He has brutal, long days. I have been a bit caught up in my world and forget that his world is stressy, too. By the way, he sent me flowers, so he IS up for spouse of the year.

This was Wy's first week of daycare. I had always heard about "those" moms that cry when they drop off their babies...and on Tuesday I became one of them. I just wish I could work each day with Wy in my lap.

I have prayed, cried, moaned, laughed, and prayed some more this week. I am trying to feel His presence in my daily life, to tap into the Holy Spirit. But, honestly, I don't want to do this week over again - any time soon. But I have to remember - it is only ONE week, and soon it will get better. Maybe Next Week?