“Crawl through the space between Miss Francois’ legs!  It’s the doorway to a new world!”

So said a 1st grader in after care yesterday.  There I was, “supervising” the children (and by that I mean reading National Review Online on my phone and keeping an ear out for signs of distress), when this nugget of wisdom rang out across the room.  I was so shocked two of them had already made it from the regular old multi purpose room to the Narnia I (apparently) guard before I notices there was a train of crawling children beneath me.

And this about sums up my week.  It was really strange.  And I didn’t really know what to do with it.  Vacillating between mild depression and exhausting frustration, I just never knew where I was.  Between bouts of fevered sleep and like-pulling-teeth lessons, I seemed bombarded by internal conflicts with no clear resolution.

So while I am still mildly depressed, frustrated, conflicted, unresolved, and a bit fevered, I have to realize that at one point this week a very small person said something so unexpected to me that I am still laughing about it days later.

Can’t be a total waste.

(I year, 4 Months, and 5 Days Sober)