It's Thursday but it feels like Friday because Thursday is date night (!), and well, I have tomorrow off so it really is my Friday. It has been a peaceful week, I'm learning the art of slow moments even in the wild. But then, when I got to work today both children were screaming. Both. The kind of scream that you can't get away from cause it shrieks and bounces sharply off of every wall and seemingly through your very soul at the same time. For like 25 minutes. I almost lost it before 8am, but then I remembered, it's Friday! So they screamed, I danced, and eventually we met in the middle.
In these moments, the ones that feel like someone is screaming directly into my eardrums and the ones where someone actually is, I'm learning. I'm learning what taking care of myself really means.
Somedays it means stepping outside for five deep breaths and bringing Jesus back into the situation. Somedays it means screaming with them. Today it meant dancing.