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The Hour I Finally Found Myself Again
Can you believe there was an hour I finally found myself. Have you ever had a hour where you found yourself? Not the polished version. Not the “together” version. Not the mom who has every paper signed and every key in the right place. Because trust me even when Charlie was in school that wasn’t me and I knew it back when Suzzane was little. Just… me. The me who tries. The me who loves deeply. The me who gets overwhelmed and keeps going anyway. The me God sees even when I feel invisible. And maybe that’s the whole point of today: You don’t lose yourself in the missing hour.…
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Lunch, Laughter, and Letting Myself Off the Hook
Inside this post is my affiliate link. If you click on the link and make a purchase, I will make a small percentage of the products you purchase. As a mom it’s hard to take time for ourselves but I’ve been making it a point to set aside 12 to noon for lunch even if I don’t eat, I regroup and watch a t show or two. Which leads me to Lunch, Laughter, and Letting Myself Off the Hook. I get to spend time with the Dogs and sometimes Charlie or my brother. Or David if he is home. By noon, the house has shifted back into its usual rhythm.…
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The Missing Hour (Keys, Papers, and Letting Go of Perfect)
I don’t know if your home, but you would think the missing Hour (Keys, Papers, and Letting Go of Perfect) would happen much earlier than 9:00 am in my home but it doesn’t that is where the morning tests everything. You may be trying to leave—or finally start your day—and suddenly, nothing is where it should be. I’ve been up for hours and this is when chaos begins. Charlie is getting up and even thought I might have had Coffee he know wants Coffee. Don’t forget the Pizza. The dogs need to go for a walk. Can you do it Charlie in a minute. If we wait the dogs may…
Living a simple lifestyle from the front porch
