I pull a 48 hour shift at a crisis nursery once a month. Generally I spend only 24 of those 48 hours in the agency itself. This weekend was different. We had a shelter care child who would be spending the whole 48 hours with us.
To be frank, I was a little apprehensive. I wanted to get a start on the plans I had conjured up for my little sisters wedding luncheon and I wanted to clean my room, even implement a new organization tip I had received from a dear friend(I think it might change my life forever). I also wanted to cook some chicken. Rexburg would have been an option too. None of these are urgent, but I felt a bit apprehensive about spending so much time at the nursery for THIS weekend of all weekends.
With each day I learn a new lesson. This weekend was no different. This weekend was a getaway perfectly suited for me. I watched a few movies, we paper mached, collaged, broke up a few fights, made a perfectly wonderful Sunday brunch, cleaned up a bloody tongue, set some boundaries, laughed a lot, fixed a toilet, broke a tent, and I haven't showered yet. I also thought and read and pondered. I figured out my life.
My weekend at The Family Support and Treatment Center took me to a new place. I approach the new week fully rejuvenated.
