Friday, March 31, 2017


Sometimes I want more...
I want Saturdays and laughter and bike rides and road trips and I stop dreaming and begin planning...

But then I'm reminded that survival is my job and I put my shoulder to the grindstone once again.

I'm reminded that it is not a job for one and the cost may be my definition of success.

I'm not equipped to handle the emotional mine field that is raising teenagers 😔.

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