A Day in the Life

When the little one is sick and momma has to work. And make it all work, somehow.

This was one of those days where you either choose to feel guilty about everything, and pick it all apart until it feels like a failure. OR…you can cherish it, because it sorta kinda went ok and you survived.

All day, during every meltdown, every thrown sippy cup and all the drool and crumbs down my shirt, I was amazed at how this was MY life to live, and my love to give.

Special thanks to Shakeology and the internet for helping me survive.

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