I feel like this week flew by but I was practically too busy to really even notice. Things at work have gotten increasingly busy and they don’t seem like they’re going to slow down any time soon, which means I need to figure out some kind of plan for how I’m going to keep my life from falling into shambles. Right now I have about 10 loads of laundry that are begging to be washed and a small mountain of clean clothes that need to be put away. Also, I haven’t been to the grocery store to actually stock my fridge pretty much since I’ve been back from Ethiopia. Failure to plan = planning to fail, kids. I have mastered this.
In the middle of all of this busy, I’m trying to remember to take a few moments for myself to breathe. The other night I crawled into bed late and The Ethiopian immediately curled up next to me and we had a small, sweet conversation and then fell asleep a tangle of bodies. I love nights like that.