God always knows... This has been the dreaded husband-out-of-town week! I had been bracing myself for this week, knowing it was going to be a test, in so many ways. I have never been more grateful to be not sleeping well, have a giant belly, be in pain all the time, have swollen hands and feet, and literally no space for a bladder, as I am now :) However, these things do add difficulty to maintaining consistency in child-raising... My body has taken a beating this week, because often my times of needed-rest were replaced with marching a child off to receive "correction". I think my heart took a bit of a beating as well. As I let myself feel alone, I began to also feel discouragement and defeat. I have, in fact, not been alone in so many ways: both Grandmas, and my brothers have been over to help out here-n-there, as well as friends that have offered to let my kids make a mess at their place while her and I chat over coffee. But most of all, my God has not forgotten me.