This week has been one of the most emotionally draining of my entire life. Catherine cost us an arm and a leg by leaving the garage freezer door open (threw out well over $100 worth of food) and then damaged her clarinet...right before she bumped into a wine glass and it broke. She was a walking path of destruction that day. That doesn't even begin to touch what Robert has done this week, but for his privacy I am not going to publish it. Let's just say he's at a very serious crossroads in life, and I've truly never prayed like I've prayed this week. After all of the emotion of dealing with that, today he came down with the stomach flu. I decided he needed some help with the nausea pain, and at urgent care, he literally laid on the floor writhing and pounding the floor with his clenched fist. It was so tough to watch as a parent...and what a range of emotions I've had about him in the last 48 hours. I am just feeling spent.
It wasn't over yet though. Right as I walked into the grocery I received a phone call that a school mate of mine had passed away this morning. We had hung out together in high school and I was at his wedding shortly after I graduated (he is currently married to his second wife), but for the most part we had lost touch. I knew he had become a minister and lived somewhere in the middle of the state, but for the most part there wasn't any contact. Knowing someone so close in age to myself could be gone so suddenly was just astounding. I came home and hugged my husband, who has been fabulous as always, and counted my many blessings.
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