OK, I'm already annoyed with my own blog. What's with all the morals at the end of the story? Why can't it just be a real, tell-it-like-it-is picutre of my life? Period.
Because my life is not the way it's supposed to be. There is a better way. And I don't want to leave my thoughts without pointing to a better example to follow.
But it is my reality. The truth is ugly, and truth is I'm a mess. So be encouraged by my mess. And be annoyed with me. Because this is not the way it's supposed to be.
And now I can't think about it anymore because there's a little boy upstairs alone calling out, "I'm finished!" Guess what I get to go do next?