This road that we travel
Hey Lord. It's been a difficult day. Charlotte woke up much earlier than I would've liked. She also choked on a grape, screamed like a hellion in place of her afternoon nap, and ate dog poop out of the yard. The cats broke the iPad keyboard. We got locked out of the front door. Bo was his usual incorrigible self, which made my wheezy stroller jog with him and Charlotte even more exhausting. I'm weary, and definitely didn't have the wellspring of patience I needed. How many times can you crumple into frustrated tears in one afternoon???
At least we got groceries and vacuuming done. And a jog, however painful. And everyone is still alive, and at the moment it's actually quite mellow. I will be glad when Jeff gets home.
I expected more from my retreat; I thought it would give me a longer fuse for at least a week or two... Instead, I feel really off-kilter.
But my daughter's slimy smile and chatterbox baby babble are precious, and the pets are being good, and my husband is on his way home, and it's almost bedtime.
Thank you for my life. Thank you for helping me do this. I love you.
Melinda
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