Sequestered with Teens; Day Five
It was hard to get out of bed this morning. Almost like I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once I was up. This is almost comical considering the… Continue reading
It was hard to get out of bed this morning. Almost like I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once I was up. This is almost comical considering the… Continue reading
Day Four. Right? Is it day four? I think my garbage came yesterday, so that would make today Friday. Ha… does it even matter? When I was in the shower this morning, Jesse… Continue reading
Today seemed really long, and at the same time, I don’t know how it is 8:30pm already. I made myself a smoothie for breakfast this morning, but it seems like that was days… Continue reading
Newness is kind of exciting, and then overwhelming, and then exhausting. Today is Day Two of the Stay-Home mandate given by our governor, but my first day working from home. Jesse set me… Continue reading
Governor Inslee followed suit of fellow West Coast governors and ordered Washingtonians to ‘stay put’ in their homes, only leaving to work at jobs essential to keeping the world spinning, to go get… Continue reading
My coworker, Christina, and I have a lot of stress in our lives right now. Real stress. Real walls-collapsing-around-us-loss-of-control-emotional-rollercoaster kind of stress. And it is so easy to get into the habit of… Continue reading
I am convinced that the most unappreciated job is that of a Mother/Wife. Talking with friends, it seems like 99% of our dismay comes from the basis of not being appreciated. I have… Continue reading
I’m running on empty lately. Grieving the loss of my dad is the most exhausting activity I’ve ever experienced. Then stack on a house renovation. Three teenagers. A marriage. A day job. Trying… Continue reading
Is there such a thing as a harmless crime? If so… I would like to commit that and be on house arrest. I would happily wear whatever ankle bracelet tracking system the judge… Continue reading
My plate of to-do’s is about as full as my husband’s dinner plate usually is… and that’s dang full. Recently I started feeling very overwhelmed. I wrote about it yesterday. This is MY… Continue reading