We have the coolest kids, or kids are just the coolest. It’s the latter, but every old crow thinks hers is the blackest. And I’m no exception.
Some nights I lament to Bradley how unqualified I feel. And anyways, is it even possible to have a balanced life of prayer + exercise, clean house, dressed + (well) fed children, be actually clean + dressed yourself, and actually be HAPPY?
No! Right? I’d like to know Aquinas’s truth on this.
If there is a secret way, please share.
Mom who hasn’t brushed her teeth yet, who needs to go address the five loads of clean but unfolded laundry blocking the hallway (DON’T tell me about the 1x day thing, I’ve tried), who needs to figure a way to get food for dinner, who wants to go microwave her coffee, who is ignoring the crusted dishes in the sink and eggs smooshed into the carpet (whhhhhhyyyyyyy do people put carpet in the dining room?), but who will probably just go snuggle up her toddler. Bye.