I have been feeling so “blah” and in an attempt to feel human again, I put on a dress…
It was momentous.
And then I promptly spent the afternoon on the floor of the bathroom with a raging child.
It was worth a try. But oh so short lived.
Last night Andy and I were looking at the schedule for the week and we were trying to fit an appointment in somewhere.
We couldn’t find a time so he said, “We will just have to push it back a couple weeks.”
To which I said, “We can’t do that. The calendar doesn’t look any clearer next week or the next or…for the rest of our lives!!”
“Um. OK. Dear.”
I was slightly overwhelmed, mind you.
It’s an interesting season around here.
Lots of goodness. Lots of fun. Lots of overwhelmedness.
Andy and I have resorted to sending each other text messages with only the words, “You can’t step on a dead man’s toes.”
I wish, like all things, it was a lesson/mindset you could accept once and be done.
Rather it is one that must be learned/accepted about 100 times a day.
Sweet Jesus, come soon. It’s exhausting.