With all the changes and the busy schedule I have come to realize that I really wasn’t in a good place.
I didn’t care about enough, if anything really. It took all I had to make sure my kids had clean clothes, were clean themselves and had good food to eat. Everything else could happen or couldn’t and it really didn’t phase me.
Things are different now…I can feel it. Getting out of bed isn’t so hard. Falling asleep comes sooner and easier. Bath time isn’t so dreaded and I actually enjoy the bubble mustaches and mohawks. The dirty clothes left on the bathroom floor doesn’t send smoke out my ears.
I still have my worries and my stresses. I still feel anxiety sneaking up on me but it’s easier to deal with.
I am yelling less and taking deep breaths more. I am starting to look in the mirror more often before heading out the door. Lunches are made with love, even the notes are slowly making their way back into the mix.
I am answering my phone and when I don’t I am calling people back. I want to go get coffee when invited. No more excuse of this or that.
Yes, I was riddled with some sort of depression. I had too much stress on my shoulders. Now that things are changing, I am not afraid of what the day will bring. I am thankful for the laughter of children, the dirty feet, the spilled milk and the unconditional love…..from friends and family.
Life is good, hard at times but good. I am blessed.

































