Thank You, Jesus.

So, it's been an exhausting week. I had been doing well with counting calories and working out 5 days a week for two weeks straight, and then BAM--this week threw me for a loop. Aunt Flo came to visit a week early and my energy flew out the window. My dinners have been less than stellar (carbs upon carbs) and my housewife duties are piling up. Add in a trip to the doc for E (she's had a persistent cough, but thankfully it's just allergies), my best friend finding out she needs immediate surgery for a ruptured disc, neighborhood volunteer stuff (that I had to flake on bc Elena coughed so violently that she threw up on me yesterday), and no nap for Elena. Just when I was ready to break down and cry, after E had an accident that leaked out of her pull-up and onto her pants, I gave her a bath and after pjs were on and we were all resting peacefully, she climbs into my lap, looks into my eyes lovingly and says, "Thank You, Jesus, for my mama" with a big hug. Best week ever. :)