Her battlefield was soft and cozy,
Pillows and blankets strewn about,
Awaiting each and every soul who needed comfort…
Most often, her own.
Grateful Exhaustion On Her Soft & Cozy Battlefield
They Don’t Know What To Do With My Weakness, But I’m Not Giving Up
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I’m not the mother you wish you had. I’m sorry I’m not the friend I once was. I’m sorry I can’t accept your lovely offer for a date yet.
You see…I am trying to keep my head above water. But the undertow is strong and it’s taking all of my strength just to keep treading water.
It’s taking every moment of every day to just look for the good. Just to see the tiny bit of light.
I thought this would be my year of healing. But instead of reaching the end of the dark night of my soul, I fear I have seen only just the beginning.
I’m a Slacker Mom & It’s Time to Level-Up my Parenting Skills.
I am wholly unprepared to be a parent.
And yes, I'm pretty sure I might be thinking about adopting that as my mothering motto.
It’s not an uncommon feeling for a lot of parents, I know.
It’s something that you might expect to hear from someone about to have their first baby, maybe. But not someone who's already a parent, right?!
Let alone the somewhat seasoned parent of a 13-year-old girl and a 9-year-old boy.
Ladybugs & Cups of Tea taught me how to find Comfort in the Chaos.
Finding comfort in small moments has been crucial to my sanity these past few months.
This fall, my family has experienced a perfect storm of overscheduling.
I have always been proud that our family has never been one of those families who has every minute of every day scheduled. We’ve always tried to keep our kids to only one or two activities at a time.
