Emory is struggling lately. She doesn't see her dad enough. Her brother is growing up and leaving her behind. She's real sensitive. (Or could it be her mom who is so sensitive?)
People say mean hateful things about my religion.
Sometimes I worry that I portray some of those things that make people feel mean and hateful about my religion.
Travis is in Mississippi at a dork conference. I wish he were here to make me laugh.
I'm tired of loving my husband so much and never seeing him.
I paid a bundle for a freaking pair of pants for my birthday and had them hemmed too short. Go ahead, call me shallow. I dare you.
I've been working a little lately. Brings up all sort of conflicting emotions. Am I doing what's right for my kids and for me? Is this part of the reason Emory is struggling? Am I asking too much of others?
How in the world do you ever feel like you're doing enough for your kids? Like you're not missing opportunities, or putting them off when they need you, but still feel like you can keep yourself sane?
I'm trying to look at things this way:
My baby still smiles even when he's hurting.
Emory has a sensitive heart underneath all that crazy spunk.
I have a religion that centers me and my crazy life.
I try hard not to offend people. (But really, you have to want to be offended, in my opinion.)
My husband has a solid, steady job at a real scary time and all sorts of opportunities are opening up for him.
Travis has the opportunity to further his education, and guess what? Weber pays for ALL of it.
I have a job that will let me work when I want extra money, but not so much that I have to feel like I'm "working". My kids have so many people who love and care for them.
I'm doing the best I can. Really. And MOST of the time I feel like it's definitely enough.
How bout I just be happy I have people who love me that I love?
I'm bored with myself now.
Love these two.