Texas

The days are so different. Instead of mess and homeschool teaching I have a DH working from home and quiet until 2:54 when #6 (who is 10) walks in the front door and bellows, "I'm Home!" and #6 is now #7. I should change the header to XY, XY, XX, XY, XY, XX, XX! That story is a whole 'nother entry. We are on the precipice of another change. I am contemplating and reworking my life and all of the people in it. Everyone is well. I am revisiting my writing because I am using the stories to illustrate a book (or books) of my kids crazy childhood. We still have stories and funny things happening here. I just need to write about them. You know how sometimes your lens on life changes? when deep grief colors everything? You struggle to find the blessings and see the good. It's still there but your lens is dark and it is hard for you to see.