Friends , sometimes being a working mom is hard. Not because being a SAHM is any easier. But because my kitchen floor is nasty. And my laundry is growing, literally. And we just took a spaghetti bath and then a real bath. And the weekend ends in a few hours. And even if I started now I wouldn't finish Monday's to-do list at work. And it's all looming. And Pinterest has moms whose floors shimmer after dinner and dishes shine after they dine. And somehow, I feel like I am doing many things but none of them well. And I'm exhausted. After my Sabbath. And a date night. Still so very tired. I'm unsure if I'll have the energy for Monday. Because I'm still recovering from not fastening my seatbelt tight enough for last Monday. And I am sure you all feel it, too, this overwhelm of the heart and soul every time the ebb and flow of the to-do and to-be climaxes at "cannot physically make this all happen at once." And so, can we pray? For each other? For rest...