It’s been a rough week.
No one has been feeling particularly well and Jac and I both have big things looming – menacing us with their immenent arrival. It reminds me of all the years spent at Cathedral and not in a warm, fuzzy sort of way.
In short, we’ve been short with the kids.
Today was different, though. I headed out early to meet with some ladies for a “Lenten Pep Talk,” leaving Tess and Philip eating breakfast (the latter was naked) and Max sleeping. I was gone for two hours and fully expected them to be in roughly the same condition when I returned. Not that I doubted Jac’s capabilities, I just know how a morning can get away from you and unravel.
Instead, on my homecoming, I found children fed, bathed (he knows how much I hate bathtime), dressed and morning prayer accomplished. The house was quiet except for the murmur of happy sounds from downstairs. And this was on the table:
Thanks, Max. I needed that.