Have you ever had a week where everything seems to go wrong. These types of weeks don't seem to happen during a "light" week. They always happen when there is already too much to accomplish. For me, the past 10 days have put me on the brink of a minor breakdown. Some days I think it may be a major breakdown.
Since we have returned from NYC Jonah has been diagnosed with bilateral pneumonia and received another head injury requiring staples. Emma had her birthday. I am still dealing with my broken toe. We have had lots of responsibilities at church to fulfill. Oh, and I have to plan and pack for five people for six weeks. This is just on top of all the normal stuff I have to do. I have nothing going on.
Monday I reached my breaking point when Jonah injured his head again. The injury was a total accident. Jonah was sitting on a circle mat at the gym when it was bumped and he rolled into the wall. He hit his head on a bolt. Having to listen to my poor baby cry and scream as he received four staples in his lower head was more than I could take. Instead of crying I had to be the strong one telling him it would be okay....to breathe...to be brave....it would be over soon. All I wanted to do was cry with him.
Later that night I saw this posted on Proverbs 31 Facebook page. I felt like it was speaking directly to me because I was definitely running on empty.