After what seems like months away, I am getting back in action. I have not actually been away, but it seems like my normal self has been hijacked by a face paced and blurry life. I counted 12 weeks that I've been running around on empty. I just can't shake the feeling that I am missing something big. I am not even hitting the normal benchmarks I have had hit in the past. My house is wreck and my washing machine has stopped. That's when you know it's really bad. I have quit keeping up with laundry! That's no okay when you have four kids who need uniforms and soccer outfits and husbands who need clean undershirts.
Alas, I have thrown up my hands. I have had meetings with teachers about my son's school work and meetings with friends who are concerned with my wellbeing. I have offically quit wearing make up and committ to only wear sneakers with jeans. I have hit the preverbial rock bottom of mothering life.
Only here have I found my way again. My inability to pull up my boot straps has drawn me to my knees. Which is where I should have been all along. In my weakness, He has made me strongest.
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