Exhausting week

Despite help from the dear grandparents,

I still ran out of energy by the end of this week.

This is pretty much what it felt like.

My kids, who did not have Lyme disease this year, are as healthy and energetic as ever.

I figured starting school would be a challenge, with all the energy required of me.  It went quite well overall.  Jeddy is enjoying having more control over his assignments this year, the girls are always enthusiastic about doing school, and Caleb found things to do that weren't terribly destructive.

I didn't know there was a place on this planet that didn't have earthworms, but apparently our yard is one such barren place.  So much for picking the simplest science project in the book.  The kids enjoyed the hunt anyway.

I did keep up with my daily walks in the park, per the doctor's orders.

By Friday I was pretty worn out, but the kids had done so well, I let them out early and took a field trip to the fair.

It was a chance to see some animals, ride rides until everyone was sick, and add to Caleb's list of phobias:  besides crabs, sand, crickets, doctors' offices, cartoons, and watermelon seeds, we are now afraid of lawn statues, beef cattle (dairy cows are fine though), large fans, bunnies, performing monkeys, chickens, and (thankfully), getting lost at the fair.


After a long night's sleep, I thought I was recuperated enough to go to a festival at the Other Park down the street from us last night.

They got hot running in the sun.  So they all found the shade of a telephone pole to rest in.

Apparently my body hasn't caught up to my ambition though, because I was wiped out this morning to the point of feeling ill.


It's frustrating not to be able to do all I want to do or think I should do.  I'm not particularly good at giving myself grace.  And I don't want to think of myself as weak.


I'm thankful for a good start to the school year, for health enough to take walks outside, for happy time spent with the kids, and for a God who gives me more grace than I dare believe.