Hard Days.

On days that are already hard.

Incredibly busy.

Completely out of order.

Feeling like I could just crawl back into bed and not come out until tomorrow.

Or maybe even the end of the week.

On days like today....

stories like this break my heart

and make me finally break down and cry.

I was going to link to the story but decided

why make you all so sad.

It kills me when teens have babies and then kill them

because they didn't know what to do with them.

I hold these foster babies in my arms and can't even imagine

a person NOT wanting their child.

Or at the very least not wanting a better life for their children.

It crushes me to no end.

Lately, I feel like a whirlwind.

I feel like people probably don't want to hang out with me

because my life feels so much like it is spinning.

I feel like after people chat with me

they are left feeling exhausted.

I feel so badly about that.

I want it to be different.

I want to be the calm in the middle of the storm.

In the middle of remodeling.

Raising our own children.

Raising another family's children.

Managing a construction business

and wishing I had more time to do something more with

my creative side and business.

I need to fill my well.

We need to fill our well.

Dave and I have not been alone since before we got the babies.

And if we were....I can't remember.

But I'm pretty sure we haven't gotten away

or really escaped for over a year.

I've been dreaming of some alone time.

Simple alone time even.

It doesn't have to be Hawaii.

I mean that would be nice

but probably not going to happen.

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And then, while writing this post, at 7:00 pm, the phone rings and Dave calls

and says...He is on his way home from work.

And all is well!

He is my well and I need more of him.