I almost wrote a post the other night about how I was waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop.
The past few weeks had been pretty good. I had gotten to go hiking on the weekend. I have gotten a lot done (starting other blogs, organizing my classroom, keeping up with laundry, etc). We changed our home phone service. I am enjoying my i-phone. And for the most part, the kids had been pretty delightful.
It was almost too good to be true.
But in the back of my mind, I was waiting.
Waiting for that other shoe to drop.
You know, that little bit of a cloud hanging over your head...you want to ignore it and the rain it will bring but you can't.
I really wanted to freeze time this past weekend. The way my heart was overflowing with contentment on Saturday after a beautiful hike around a lake on a warm day with my family...I wanted that to last.
And it did for a day or two. Or three.
Then today happened.
I won't go into details about today to protect the innocent, or rather the guilty.
I will just say it was not a stellar day for our household.
The other shoe dropped.
Today was a day I wanted to be an invisible mom.