Right now, life is measured in strange little units. Days blur together, patience runs thin, and everything feels louder when the house is missing two voices that belong in it. Only one more sleep until Miller and Landon are home from visiting family in Arkansas. I hate them being gone. I know they’re safe. I know they’re having fun. But the house feels off without them, like a song missing a verse. Their rooms feel too quiet. Their messes feel oddly sentimental. Even the chaos feels incomplete. Being injured has forced me into a version of life I didn’t sign up for. Depending on other people for basic things chips away at me in ways I didn’t expect. I don’t like asking. I don’t like waiting. I don’t like feeling stuck while the world keeps moving just out of reach. Some days I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind one “Can you grab that for me?” at a time. My husband is trying. And honestly, he’s doing pretty good. He’s kept us all alive, which feels like the bare minimum but al...
My life lately has felt like a holiday blender on high speed, and today was no exception. We survived back-to-back Christmas concerts the last 2 days, each one its own sparkling circus of kids, glitter, last-minute hair fixes, and buying of a christmas shirt for the youngest and me trying to navigate crowds like a slightly feral pirate on a knee scooter. And then came today . Grinch Day. The kids woke up in full character, which is hilarious considering they already live their lives with Grinch-level dramatics. Dressing them up just made the outside match the inside. I had their outfits ready thanks to the Walmart delivery order that swooped in like a grocery-store guardian angel. If Walmart were a person, I’d bake them cookies or name a star after them. That order saved us from showing up with random outfits and feral energy. At least we only had one of those. This morning, Nana walked in, the dog got excited, and boom… wax spilled everywhere. And not a polite little drip. No...