Saying ‘I’m tired’ is like saying ‘I’m chilly’ when I’m buried up to my neck in a snowbank wearing my bathing suit while my little black toes begin breaking off one by one.
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Saying ‘I’m tired’ is like saying ‘I’m chilly’ when I’m buried up to my neck in a snowbank wearing my bathing suit while my little black toes begin breaking off one by one.
I have officially had it up to here!!!! (I never knew what moms meant by this…until now.) I have reached the point when just ONE MORE THING leaves me fumbling for answers or fighting back tears.
I really can’t wait to get back to normal. But I am a little suspicious I don’t want to get back to normal.
I want you to know it isn’t often this way. We aren’t that sweet of a family. Please don’t think we’re over here making sweet fuzzy memories every moment of this weird and difficult time.
I looked at myself in the mirror just now and thought, “WHOA, I look tired.”
We can’t skip it. We have to experience the storm. I promise we’ll be changed somehow. And I know He meets us right here.
I can serve and love and work and pray and give the very best of myself to the task right in front of my face.
Can I just tell the truth?? This is HARD. We are struggling. And it is okay to say so.