Now I am your typical, where is my brain, mom. It doesn't get any better, this cyclical feeling--feeling okay and then not. Mixed in between it all is mushy, gooey, goodness. It's snuggles and baby breath but also stinky three year old breath. It's days where we think we're not going to make it, and then we get up and do it all over again. I used to write. I love to write. It keeps me centered. At this point in my life, there are endless rants I could go on. There are stories that I could tell, and then when I get to the moment when I could actually sit down and ruminate over every contemplation, I decide that I would rather spend the moment resting and really not think about anything. It's in those moments that I actually start to grieve over all of the lost memories, all of the moments that I never wrote about. This leads into an overwhelming feeling; I shouldn't write anything because I haven't written about all of these other things I should have wri...
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