Between work and school and the house I am feeling threadbare, and last night it showed itself in an ugly cry fest. The hubby did his best to fix things but there really is nothing to fix.
I am just having a moment.
A moment that may last for 2 years.
A moment that may leave my family in the dust.
But behind my whining I still feel blessed and thankful. Really. Because I know that the things that matter still do. And I know many would trade their problems for mine. That's a good filter during a pity party.
So... new day. New beginning.