These rough weeks will just not end.
It's one on top of another on top of another.
Laying in bed last night I found one child on top of me uttering "I need you mommy" and a second child snuggled into my side. They were fighting for space, neither could get close enough.
When is enough, enough? When is it time to say I can't do this hamster wheel anymore? Or better, I don't want to do it anymore. If I jumped off and were free falling, would it make it better or worse? Would the current stress just be replaced by new stress? How would we, very literally, pay the bills? Do we need all the answers or will we figure it out on the way?
These are the questions I'm pondering lately. I've never been so close in my life to saying: I'm done.
Could I ask you for some prayers for the health of Collin's dad, the boys' Papa. We had a very serious scare this week and are hoping he will be released from the hospital today.
Hoping for some peace and serenity this weekend and wishing you the same.