Stuck, stuck, stuck
I’m stuck in a rut.
I have between 10-14 articles that I’ve started writing and haven’t finished.
Every room in my house has been turned upside down and so much “cleaned” organized, sanitized or rearranged, almost everything interrupted, unfinished, and now in disarray.
I haven’t backed up my photographs or music.
I haven’t been reading my favorite blogs or answering my phone and I’m behind on checking my email. I’ve been steering toward isolation, that I know that’s not the answer.
And these babies won’t sleep on their own. Maybe that’s an issue. Maybe.
And Tia, oh Tia, acting like an unruly teenager. I’m tired of making excuses to tell my innocent 6-year-old niece when she asks: “Where’s my daddy?” (jail) “Where’s my mommy?” (out partying somewhere). [insert heart break here]
Have tons of ideas. Ideas for the twins first birthday party, ideas for our summer, ideas for life, and ideas for this and ideas for that, I’m full of ideas that I can’t put together or pull off because, well…
I’m stuck. I’m in a rut.
I’ve got to get myself together because time (nor kids) wait for no mom.
(Twins 11 months)
Double Talk Quote: “You see! This is why I keep a pair of scissors in every room of the house (and a set in the car)!” – me
Bible Verse: Psalm 27:5 “For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble; he will conceal me under the cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock.”
Term that has Lost its meaning: follow through
Relatable Lyrics: “Could we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I really use a wish right now.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7WwQXbW_pc