02/02/2021
Ahhh the laugh-cry. When there's just no other response. I am so thankful I don't have to be in control of everything for the world to keep on moving ❤🙏
“OMG life is trying to kill us. 😭 Jesus take the wheel, we are done.”
Got this text message from my friend this morning after I sent out the rant I’m about to share with you all. Because honestly, as a writer, the only way I know to shed shame and stress is through words, and laughter, sometimes with a side of tears. So here goes. Hold onto your pants. I hope this rant makes you feel a little less alone—
I foolishly got on the scale this morning and allow me to mark this moment where I am officially the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life. The thought of limiting my French bread and mozzarella intake when life already feels like the seventh circle of hell is just beyond me. I spent most of yesterday cleaning up diarrhea from a child that caught, wait for it on top of everything else you can catch in the world these days, rotavirus. And let me just say the whiff of that at eight in the morning really is something 😳😳
Online school continues to prove to Peter and I over and over again how home schooling really is a gift and a calling, which apparently neither of us have. 🤦🏼♀️And the thin strand of mental health holding us altogether completely snapped for me at one point yesterday as I ripped the earbuds out of one of my teens who was gaming because I CANNOT CARE ABOUT FORTNITE anymore and yelled at him hysterically about how loud HE was being while I was managing my “cleaning up all the p**p alone” stress. 💩 🤦🏼♀️
And then I laugh-cried for a good 15 minutes when Peter pointed out that after six months of job applications he has now also just recently been rejected by the gas station chicken place near us.😳😳
You guys, honestly this is not a plea for sympathy. This is just me sitting on the end of the sofa telling you a good story and hoping it helps you have a good laugh or a good cry depending on what you need today.
All I know is Psalm 139 promises me, freaking PROMISES me, that God is always thinking about me. In which case, none of this is a surprise to him, and I hope he is sitting here on the sofa right next to me. Laugh-crying too. I really do think it’s in his job description.
ALLLL laugh-crying welcome in the comments today!