It was a busy day at work, then I rushed home to pick the kids up from school, then rushed to my teen moms group. It’s the last one of the season, except for the weekend retreat in June. About half of the girls have reached the maximum age of the group so they won’t be back in the fall. After doing it for a few years, I feel it’s time to move on as well. It’s kind of sad because it’s been fun and I love the girls and I’ve learned way more from them than they learned from me. I plan to keep in touch with them, but it won’t be quite the same. However, I won’t miss how crazy it makes my Thursdays and how exhausted I am when my head finally hits the pillow.
I was getting some birthday cards ready to send and asked the kids to write something nice in each one. When I got home tonight, I saw this is what Spencer wrote in one of them. I'll have to ask him to elaborate in the morning, but apparently self control is a trait he admires. Who knew? Maybe if I succeed at getting up early to go for a run tomorrow, he'll admire me too.