I'm not going to talk about how my heart was torn in two over the fact that my big girl had her first day of Kindergarten.
And I'm not going to talk about how horrendous Mina's 3-year-old check-up was today.
And how with a single finger prick, it sent her into a hysterical fit.
One that included blood splattering everywhere, chunks of my hair getting ripped out, overflowing tears, clawing, and fear-driven manic rage from my poor, scared girl who's been through way too much in the past several weeks.
I'm also not going to talk about how I waited for Aubrey for over an hour to get home from her first day of Kindergarten only to find that she never actually got on the bus. How there was a mix-up on the transportation information sheet and that her teacher sent her to carpool pick-up where she waited for a Mom who never came because the Mom was waiting at her house for the bus to drop her off.
No, I'm not going to talk about any of that.
Because I've already cried too many tears today.
And sprouted too many gray hairs.
Tonight, I'm thanking God for seeing me through a really rough day.
And for all the wonderful moments He managed to slip in along the way...
Thankful for goodnights.
And for fresh tomorrows.