HARD.
New job. New district. New town. New grade level.
Moving into a new house, out of our old one.
Busy time of year for Brandon at work.
My 45 min. commute one way.
I think I am reaching my breaking level. I know God only gives us what He knows we can handle. I know I can handle this. But I am asking for help. I ask him for patience with my kids a LOT. I have done things I'm not proud of. I have snapped at my husband and left things undone that need to be done.
But, I am doing what I can and asking for help with the rest. I have learned to say no to things. I have learned to understand my limit and stay within those bounds. I offer help when I know I can actually give it, and to take help when I actually need it.
I am excited for all of these changes. and trust me, I LOVE my job and I LOVE our new house. I am just ready for some of these chores to be over.
The packing
the cleaning
the endless laundry
the driving
the tired nights
the early mornings
the paper work
changing addresses
moving safety deposit boxes
changing magazine subscriptions
writing HUGE checks
forgetting birthdays
avoiding the stack of books my friend lent me MONTHS ago



