Last night I felt drained: physically, emotionally, mentally. It was the end to another busy weekend and I would have liked nothing more than to crawl into bed at 6:00.
Monday morning and the idea of leaving my kids was weighing heavy on my mind. For hours, I had pictured walking out Freddie's preschool door or waving to Ainsley's bus and the result was always the same...tears.
I would have liked to pull them both on the couch, wrap us in a blanket, and stay there for days...or maybe just forever.
But, as so often happens, kids have their own agenda. It was not snuggle time, it was show time.
Today I am thankful that my kids have energy that goes for days, even if mine can't keep up. I'm blessed that I can wrap my arms around them, even when they wriggle away. I'm lucky that I am the last one to wish them goodnight and the first to see them in the morning, even if it means way too little sleep.