Today is Tuesday.

On Monday night I'm quickly preparing lunches and backpacks; ironing clothes and laying out all of our shoes for the morning.  I'm unable to execute all of the morning's activities in the surprisingly short 150 minutes between 0530 and 0800 so I won't claim to... the majority of the work is done the night before leaving room for unruly children, angry Moms and unpredictable circumstances such as juice spills, bathroom accidents, undone homework surprises and the occasional texting/emailing back and forth to other Mom's whose lives intersect with mine on a daily basis.

Deep breath.  That was a long sentence - such is my life.

Contradictory to my usual Monday night routine, I sat at my kitchen table having not showered for two days, forehead in my hands and staring down at my BSF questions that had yet to be done.  My 'healthy' child had fallen asleep at 6:15pm not feeling so 'healthy' and my two unhealthy kids were in the throws of getting fed and readied for bed -- they both had pink eye and other infections to boot, were on meds now and not quite on the mend yet.  At the moment I sat at the table, head in my hands staring at my BSF, I thought, 'not again... not again... not again...'  My children's infirmity had slowly been chipping away at my ability to stay motivated and full of good spirits - its been replaced with the I-didn't-see-it-coming exhaustion and anger.  Its now been four weeks and we've had sores all over the inside of our cheeks to low-grade fever and irritability; diarrhea to green and crusty goo coming from our sinus cavity.  You know, the kind that makes you cringe when you turn on the kitchen light in the morning and stare into the face of your 'cherub'... eyes swollen and goop seeping from the corner; noses clogged with so much crust that you can't see their nostrils - they breath on you as though they are fogging up a mirror.

I can only take so much of it.

So the afternoon is here and all children are resting -- it is quiet and calm in my house.  In the next couple hours tomorrow will come into focus and I will begin preparing for what its supposed to look like... snotty or not, I know that the prayers of those around me have been heard and are keeping me abreast of all that needs to get done; and the peace that has been mine today has been inexplainable --

God is good and He is good for tomorrow too.