I would love to tell you that I’m putting lots of thought and prayer and consideration into each of these posts. I would love to tell you that I hope my words touch you in some way, help you through a bad day, or make you hug your kids a little tighter before you spank them for getting out of bed for the umpteenth time.
Truth is, I do hope those things, but I’m not in a place where everything I write here is going to be poetic and inspiring. And my guess? You’re glad it’s not.
My reality today is exhaustion. I’m tired. The baby still isn’t sleeping. He’s either coughing or crying or gurgling all night long. When he is sleeping, Amelia isn’t.
So I’m tired and I have no words of inspiration, except the simple promise a woman who’s on the other side of motherhood tells me frequently,
This too shall pass.