If you took a washrag, soaked in water, then twisted and turned and squeezed and pulled until all the liquid was gone from it — that would be an accurate description of what this past week has been like for me.
Me = washrag.
Liquid = emotions.
I’m totally drained. So emotionally exhausted that I can completely relate to a person who decides that staring out a window in a rocking chair is a better option than participating. I suppose everyone has a breaking point.
Do you know when you are almost there?
Then I found this jewel in my photo album. My little one has discovered Martha Stewart’s Craft Studio.
And it snapped me back into a happy reality.
My children are awesome.