There’s not enough of me to go around. I’m feeling pressed and stretched and sometimes a bit stomped on and snuffed out. And I feel like I don’t have a right to say it or complain about it.
Because I wanted this.
I want this.
But because I wanted this doesn’t make it any easier.
How can I homeschool, run a successful business, keep up a house, pray, feed the dog, pay the bills, be a good wife, buy groceries? How can I do this with four kids? The truth is that I can’t. And I’m not. Things are slipping. Things are getting lost and dropped and left behind and ignored. So just in case there’s ANY thoughts in anyone’s mind that I’m doing it all and doing it perfect or even well, know that I’m not. Not really. This is harder than I ever could have imagined.