Last week was one of the longest weeks of my life. Between my two jobs, I worked a total of 60 hours from Monday to Friday. One of the days, I worked a full 13 hours then came home for about an hour only to go back to my first job and work another six hours (I got home at 2:30 in the morning). I was feeling stretched thin. But by Friday evening, even though I was completely exhausted, I found a big smile on my face. The truth is, I really love my jobs and they are perfect for me in this moment of my life. I enjoy the people I work with and the family I nanny for. It feels really good to come home at the end of the day and know that I worked. I did something and I had a place to be. I may not be completely happy with where we are right now, but with each passing day I find more and more tender mercies to thank God for.