This is what my dining room table looks like right now:
I'm deep in an editing haze, as the kids in my writing workshop have final drafts of their personal narratives due next Monday. This has been consuming me, as not only is it labor-intensive work, but the stories are all really painful. They're writing about their parents' incarceration, but unfortunately, when parents are incarcerated, a lot of other horrific factors come into play. Most of these stories include tales of abuse, neglect, homelessness, hunger, etc . . . and I'm not sure I've been dealing with the stress of it all very well.
They're presenting their stories a week from Wednesday, and my life will resume some normalcy. All these kids will forever be in my heart, though. Their lives have been so unfair.
Hope your weeks are going well, and I'll (hopefully) be back tomorrow!