Needing a respite
My kids working together to find ghost crab dens.
My home has been on the brink of a full-blown meltdown lately. I imagine it's like the clingy air and green skies during the late spring in Tornado Alley-you just never know when the weather is going to turn. Mornings are chaos, homework is a nightmare, boys are fighting, baby girl has learned to say "uh uh." My husband doesn't get home until around 10pm twice a week, and has had Army commitments the past few weekends, and next weekend as well. So I've been on my own a lot recently.
Remembering the happy, calm, easygoing time we had this summer on our first family-of-five vacation is the only thing keeping me from drinking pinot until I pass out every night.
Here's to passing the storm, and for a refill of patience in my soul.
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