It is summer. It is hot and lazy. And humid here in northern Virginia. Today (and yesterday) I am taking a pause. There are a couple of situations that happened in my life that I am not so in-love-with and I am taking a bit to think them through. There is a small situation that lends itself to be a tad stressful that has crept up and we are dealing with this too. On top of that, child-induced-sleepless nights, allergies, and “that-time-of-the-month” has made everything seem like a vortex to no-where at this moment.

Why is it so hard to see the light shining through the window when you feel so rough around the edges? Why does caffeine withdrawal make you so foggy that you don’t notice the potty seat is up? Why do shrieks of joyous play sound like scissors on metal when you’ve seen the red alarm clock numbers 3AM, 4:37AM, 5:18AM glaring?

Yes, I do feel joyous deep down. I am truly at peace that this will be a productive, unproductive day. I am reading my “Living Faith: Daily Catholic Devotions” booklet. Doing a little bit of yoga. Writing handwritten letters to enclose in family care packages. Playing with PlayDough. And I will try to stay awake until my husband comes home.