The world has slowed down by choice and by force. It’s a scary time of uncertainty and worry. I remember weeks ago as whispers started and the panic buying started grabbing a pack of toilet paper from Costco and two cases of water after seeing a line of people dragging away carts and pallets full.
This topic has been on my heart a lot lately. Recently I read a book that addressed my recent feelings on the topic of motherhood and wine. Guess what? I am guilty of exactly the behavior I want to change. Kids are crazy, send wine. Rough day, need a glass of wine. Need wine, because
My prayer list has grown longer and longer these days. Desperate prayers. Some small, some big. As I write this my eyes are heavy as the kiddos joined me in bed at 4:00 AM and were up for the day by 6:00 AM. I struggle to find the energy to even think of meals today.
I’m in this weird place lately. Fueled by pregnancy hormones and made worse by Texas heat, I’ve been struggling lately. I’ve been selfishly letting small things become bigger than they need to be. I’m not where I want to be mentally, emotionally, or physically. Last night I cried after a video chat with my husband
I’m not OK. It’s a hard sentence to write. I’ve been struggling with a few things and those few things have turned in to more things that trigger more things. It’s a hard cycle to break. Our new home doesn’t feel like home yet. It’s still filled with boxes that need to be gone through