I wish my week were so full of rainbow farting unicorns that I didn’t bother to write, my pupils dilating to the rhythmic dancing of fantastical light shows as my children gleefully take in sights and wonders too intense to transcribe with mere language. That would be a wonderful reason to take a full six days away from this space.
In truth Dave started a job that runs 10 am-6:30 pm for the next 5 weeks and is also rehearsing a play from 7 pm to 11 pm. We are reliant on childcare for the first time in our lives, and for transporters of our children, every day of the week. I am in the throes of the busiest two weeks of my life thus far at this job, with four competitive grant applications due, three of which were only open to invited guests, which increases both the likelihood of funding and the pressure to perform exceptionally. We are also hosting a large party on Saturday evening, a party we used as a donation for an auction, live theater with free babysitting in our home, which means cleaning cleaning cleaning.
And something bigger is happening, and that is where my heart is and where I am drawn to instead of the minutia of our busy lives. We are in the process of follow-ups and finding solutions and fortifying hope around something bigger than I can put on this blog, at least for now. In the meantime I will scrub guinea pig cages, wash toothpaste down sinks, kiss my gorgeous, brilliant husband as we pass each other in the hallway and remember that this month is our trial by fire, and April will bring peace.