Here's the truth, I'm not feeling very successful this week. We trudged through very little school. Agnes refuses to potty train with a stubbornness that amazes me. My sweet baby boy discovered that the preferred spot for long luxurious naps is in my arms and nowhere else (and if he doesn't get those naps, he's pretty darn cranky). Laundry is backed up. Tonight I'm making lentils and rice for dinner which makes me persona non grata around here. I thought about not posting at all. Life is not perfect or easy. Some weeks I feel like I'm just surviving. This was one of them.
But really, I don't want to leave this post on a downer. Let's say that as difficult as this week has been, there have been moments where I have felt God's grace filling in the gaps. I let that grace sustain me. I would call that a success.