Leading his brothers in a morning exercise. This might very well be my most random post, but it comes from a very honest place. Lately I've felt tired. I mean it-- straight up, worn out, used up, nothing left, another day?, tired. I've felt that the boys go day after day fighting the same fights, getting in the same trouble, picking on each other in the same ways, keeping me going and going and going without rest day after day after day. And those minutes I steal for myself-- taking a shower, sipping my coffee-- are interrupted by screaming and fighting and rule breaking. I want to tell the toddler who comes in my bathroom when I'm trying to put a little make up on my face, "You wouldn't have a fat lip if you weren't jumping on the couch in the first place!" I want to tell our 5-year old, "Your brothers wouldn't be screaming if you didn't bring that toy in here in the first place! You know that toy isn't supposed to be left down....
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