I’m sitting here with my makeup done for the first time in ages (minus the quick face I throw on for church on Sunday). My hair is damp, hasn’t been brushed, and I’m debating on drying it for the full effect or throwing it up in a bun the way it will eventually be done
Category: Season of Young Ones
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
Yesterday a had a note in my planner to make a blog about decluttering with kids. However, I chose a different topic to write about yesterday, then something interesting happened. I’ve been reading the book: “The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing” by Marie Kondo and I finished
E. A. McComas 