This week has been... painful.
The details are unimportant. Suffice it to say that in more ways than one, I have been stretched to the max this week. Bank accounts, employment, uterus, my stupid "smart" phone, sleep, illness, MORE illness, sleep (I'm certain I mentioned that), meals, automobile, it's just a lot.
It's just so much.
And if it gets hotter, Ima straight up die.
So much that I feel like 90% of the time in this week has been a mantra of "just keep swimming".
And I'm awful tired.
And sweaty and hot.
I haven't been this sweaty and hot since I was 9 months pregnant with Spencer (also an August baby) directing Theater Camp in the hot humid summer.
It's nasty. Shirts: I no likey.
But, there are shining moments of "Everything is going to be okay!" in the week too. Kind, generous friends, unexpected phone calls, splash parks and sprinklers, cute boys, fans, window a/c units, cool showers, cold pasta, popcicles, one night of Ezra sleeping through, an office where I can go to sew... it's all going to be okay.
Maybe not today. But tomorrow... probably.
Life is sweet, even when it feels like there are multiple levels of suck that I didn't know existed, it's NEVER all bad.
I mean, look at this naked pirate!!!
Life is beautiful when you've got cute, little naked pirates. Yes.