every monday is a a new slate

I am blessed I would say to live an  awkward abnormal norm in this world.  My daughter goes with her biological father every weekend.  Every Friday, I try to make a little special because Saturday morning Anna goes with Terry her bio dad.  I have the weekend to sleep in and ponder the week I just spent as a mother, pondering a lack of patience here or an extra time spent teaching and explaining there.  And then Monday rolls around, i have my progress report in check and i am ready to spend a little more time doing the arts and crafts she loves, or teaching her something new, a new day.  what a blessing.