My Own "F" Words
I am so excited to be back to writing after a long break while I adjust to life with three littles! My son was born at the end of August and has kept this mama busy! Life is sometimes a blur with these three and I had to put some things on the back burner.
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 failing. When I looked around my living room last night I hung my head in defeat, I’m failing. Wait. Stop. What? My apartment needs some major TLC. The laundry I put on the chair to fold? My kids through it around the living room. The dishes? Piled in the sink because I can’t unload
You snuggle into my shoulder, your hair smells of fresh shampoo. I lean my head into you as you look up at me. Your nose crinkles, your eyes light up and your sweet smile appears. Tiny baby teeth. You raise your hand up high, a signal that you want something. You look to me and
E. A. McComas 