My Own "F" Words
Hold on. Please keep reading. I want you to stop caring so that you can show more love. Wait, what? You’re not making sense Elizabeth. Stay with me please. Stop caring about what others think of you. I’m not perfect. I still care too much about what others think of me. Think of my cookies.
It’s a Wednesday morning, I hear my kiddos stirring so I’m hurrying my morning along. Chaos will be here shortly. I know I try to share the vulnerable side of my life while also pushing the positive but sometimes it’s hard to find that positive when you’re in the middle of the storm. I love
This may come off as a brain dump or random rambling. It might come off as venting. If it does, that’s because it is. The delicate balance of managing what you need to do, what you should do, and what you want to do is difficult. However, somehow, you make the choice of what to
A pile of clean laundry sits in my laundry room, the loads need to be switched. I’ve collected several empty laundry detergents that need to be rinsed and dropped off to recycling – I put it on my to do list weeks ago. I need to unload the dish washer and reload it with the
Today I asked my son what he wanted for dinner. He happily exclaimed, “chicken nuggets!” which was what I was hoping for. “And tater tots!” my daughter added – done and done. I preheated the oven and started making myself a salad as my daughter told me I’m the best cook ever (ha!). Take that
E. A. McComas 