Yes, I know I haven't blogged in more than a week.
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No, I don't feel too bad about it.
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My excuse? Honestly, I'm tired.
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You can only burn the candle at both ends for so long before you burn out.
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We all have colds. . . . . again.
(but at least they are only colds, nothing worse)
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We have cabin fever. It's too cold to go outside and we're too sick anyway.
(But we have a nice warm home to hang out in)
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I've seen 3am way too many times recently.
(Because I've been caring for my sweet kids who I love immensely)
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Life is stressful and that stress is getting heavy.
(But it could be worse, a lot worse.)
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My days can be easily categorized by strategically placed baby gates and tissue boxes.
(I am thankful to have baby gates and a year supply of tissues)
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I'm fighting a never ending battle against clutter. The clutter is winning. By a landslide.
(But I'm still fighting. That's worth something, right?)
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Did I mention I was tired?
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Physically and emotionally.
(But grateful for the strength to carry on.)
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The blog can wait.
3 comments. . . I Love Comments!:
Why, oh why, did I just read myself in this post? All of it.
I've been good to get in Mumbles and Funny Faces. I haven't felt bad because my traffic is light, it seems.
We have been fighting colds and asthma because of the cold as well, and I'm tired of everyone being indoors. I'm sure they are too.
I've been up at 3am myself, but because Evelyn thinks she needs to eat. I had her sleeping through the night, but not anymore. So sad. For me and my limited strength.
(Seriously, your post is my life. We should get up and chat on FB at 3am)
Life has been stressful. Tension with Hubs lately, overwhelming pressure at work, trying to ensure kids get done what they need to get done at home....the list is long.
I don't even keep tissue in the house because they use it up in a day. Literally.
Clutter. Hubs and I had an argument about it just yesterday. He is pressing me to eliminate some, but I am begging him to take on the stress of finding places for all the things we have. We don't even buy things, we're given things. Kid things. Gifts. Toys. Our house is tiny, but I'm the only one trying to keep it organized. It's exhausting.
Hit me up for 3am chats. Seriously. I'm beginning to think I'm alone and it'd be great to know I wasn't.
I connected with this post on a lot of levels.
I like the way you looked at the bright side after each sentence.
I understand. Believe me I do. Hope everything gets better, and wish I could help you, like you did me the other day.
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