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This Post Is Full of Vomit. Also: Love Makes Us Brave

This post is full of vomit, and I don’t mean word-vomit. Vomit and love. Consider yourselves warned.

 

This Post Is Full of Vomit. Consider yourselves warned! A mom life tale from the trenches about vomit how love makes us brave. Thriverguide.com

By Tuesday of this week I was ready to be done. ThriverBabe had kept us up for a good chunk of the night, restlessly tossing and turning and sitting up and crying for no reason we could discern. I got us both ready for the day, dropped him off at daycare, and went to teach my classes. By the time I finished teaching, pumping, picking my son up from daycare, and driving home, I was personally past the point of running on empty. There weren’t even any fumes left in my tank. Here’s the text message I sent to my husband:

This Post Is Full of Vomit. Consider yourselves warned! A mom life tale from the trenches about vomit how love makes us brave. Thriverguide.com

 

My sweet husband came through for us as promised, but he even went above and beyond. He staggered through the door an hour later, laden with heavy bags of cat food and our Chipotle supper. But hooked over one finger was another white bag with a familiar black and white checkerboard logo…

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Maundy Thursday: When the Spirit and the Flesh Are Both Weak

Maundy Thursday: The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Photo by Rafferty Fazakerly.
Photo by Rafferty Fazakerly

Last night was Maundy Thursday, where Christians remember the night Jesus gave a new commandment to love one another, the night he broke bread and passed a common cup to his disciples, the night he went to a garden to pray and asked his disciples to stay awake with him and watch—even for one hour—and they did not. The night he was betrayed and arrested and handed over to death.

Family Day at the Huntington Library and Gardens

I spent most of the day yesterday at the Huntington Library and Gardens with my mother and sister and a friend. We wandered through the gardens all afternoon, ate lunch at the cafe, showed ThriverBabe around the children’s garden, and generally just enjoyed the sunshine and cool breezes and green spaces.

We hit LA rush hour traffic on the way back, and I watched the minutes tick by, stealing away the one- to two-hour buffer I’d planned to have between getting back home and packing up to go to church at 7. I really didn’t want to go to church. I wasn’t in the mood for Maundy Thursday.

I felt a sudden connection to the disciples in the garden.

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