There are cracks in my Mama armor right now. Some of the cracks are smaller than others, but they are all cracks just the same. They are brought on by night after night of not enough sleep. From having no down-time to decompress. By meeting the demands of a needy 3 year old, and good…
Mental Health
A wolf, a sheep, and a basket of cabbage
Do you know this puzzle? A man has a wolf, a sheep, and a basket of cabbage and he has to transport all of them across a river but his boat is only big enough for himself and one of the items at a time. He’s got quite the dilemma. He can’t leave the wolf…
Things I’m Afraid To Tell You–I (can’t) do it myself
There are lots of things that I’m afraid of. Lately, it’s that I’m not stacking up as a mother to Joshua. Or that I’ll never fit into my regular clothes again, never mind anything smaller than that. I’m also afraid of my feet hanging over the edge of the bed, getting poop on my hands…
Better
There’s something transforming about blogging. Something peace-bringing. Like flinging my words out on a keyboard actually flings them across the Universe where they are not only read but heard by The Powers That Be. Writing that post Wednesday night–coming clean about how I’ve been feeling–lifted a burden off my shoulders. Made my heart a little…
Down
I spent most of the first trimester of this pregnancy in kind of a dark place. I didn’t say anything to the doctors, and that was probably stupid. I didn’t say much here, and that was stupid, too. I didn’t say much at home, and that was stupidest of all. And then I started to…