And the last few days I have been drained.
So I resumed studying James. I just spent about twenty-minutes before I turned Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin back on, but it helped. I doubted that the time would help, that piddly amount done a little begrudginly at first, but it did. And this morning I am ready to face the day with thanksgiving and joy and hope because I have received grace. Grace that even though I will not always be a perfect mom or baby-sitter or wife or friend, I can still start fresh each morning. Filled. Full.