My daughter doesn’t sleep in. She doesn’t slowly get up in the morning, she’s at a 10 from the moment her tiny eyes open to the moment they shut. I can’t count the mornings she’s rushed into my room, a ball of energy bouncing to tell me about the dream she had last night. Each
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 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