Friday nights are my "I'm exhausted" nights. Always.
Usually, I could add the detail, "from such an intensely great week."
Not this week. This would categorize as "Worst. Week. EVER." or at least in an extremely long time.
I spent all day trying to figure out how I could slice tonight without sounding ridiculously cynical and horribly pathetic, but that's how I was feeling, and it's hard to fake emotions in writing, or in any other way, if you are me.
And then, my week ended Perfectly. Yes, Perfectly, with a capital P.
Talk about Zero to Hero -- I truly feel like I worked harder this week than I have in a very long time, if ever, to speak my truth, while being respectful, honor myself, as well as others, do what I believe is right for kids, hold back, but give enough, make decisions, be patient, and the list goes on and on! By the end of the day today, I didn't even know if I had succeeded. I barely knew I had even made it to the end of the week!
Until I was sitting at happy hour with two colleagues, laughing, and I realized I felt like I weighed twenty pounds less than I did when I got out of bed this morning. I had made it.
And then, when I got to my MN bestie's house to be given an unexpected gift, it was something thoughtful, and silly, and perfect for me! (And I am snuggled into it right now as I type!)
And after I opened my present, we went out for some dinner, which ended with some Freeziac -- hot fudge, peanut butter sauce, peanut butter cups, and vanilla yogurt. The dream I have been dreaming ALL week that had not made it to fruition because of my stupid schedule and my stupid bad days. It was worth the wait. I had made it.
But then, that most perfect ending came in the little hands of my favorite two-year-old. In his twinkly eyes, his perfect hair, his larger-than-life smile, his everlasting energy.... perfection was cuddled up with me, amidst books and snuggles that melted me to my core.
I had made it.
Thank God for another week. Not my favorite kind of week, but the kind that reminds me that I will always make it, that I am never alone, and the kind that makes those insanely horrid days at work seem like no big deal once the Perfect moments step in to end the week.
I made it.