It's Monday morning, although it doesn't feel much different than the last four days. Eric worked all weekend and now I feel like we still need a weekend. We did have a good game of Phase 10 together after the kids went to bed on Friday and a great time with our community last night in our home. Those are the highlights of the weekend. I also went to visit my brother on Saturday with my dad. I had to go to the women's prison with a group of deliquent teenage girls during my social work practicum. I swore I'd never go back to a jail or prison. I left incredibly disturbed and have since developed a phobia of sorts when it comes to prison. I can't even watch movies about prison. However, at the time my brother was only 15 and I had no idea that one day he would need someone to visit him. This visit was much less disturbing, in fact I laughed a lot. My brother has not lost his sense of humor and was in good spirits. However, he's now counting the days until he's transferred to rehab. The may sound strange considering the circumstances, but I'm more proud of him now than I think I've ever been.
I spent most of yesterday feeling guilty about not spending enough quality time with my kids and was pretty miserable by the time I headed to bed. My days are not organized enough. I feel like I run randomly from one task to the next and just try to keep them entertained while I run. I spent some time last night planning my week and praying. Some more time praying this morning before I got them out of bed, I think I'm ready to tackle the week with a new strenght that is not my own.
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