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Today kicked off Catholic Schools Week, so after Mass we had doughnuts in the cafeteria and a Zoe-guided tour of her school. She is obviously quite proud of her school and especially her classroom. Everything was described in great detail. She even showed us her empty locker (during the school day it holds her coat and backpack) and then climbed inside. I snapped a picture and we continued on our tour.

It wasn't until later when I was processing the day's images that I realized just how grown up she looks in this photograph. Well, I guess she IS growing up. And there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.

More house work today. M says it's just like grad school: an endurance test. We're both fed up with making decisions and then learning of other options and having to go back and discuss it all over again. Or working frantically on something for weeks, then having it lapse for weeks for reasons both beyond and within our control, only to have to come back to it and feel like most stuff STILL isn't done. Progress feels excruciatingly slow sometimes, both ours and the builder's. The list of questions and decisions to be made is never-ending and seems to grow longer with each passing day. It feels right now as though it will never be done. We will never move in. We will just be stuck in this purgatory of decision-making with no realized benefit.

This, too, shall pass. I know this. And yet still I sulk and moan and complain. I'll blame it on the weariness. For we are indeed growing weary, as most do near the end of the long race.