Guilt. There’s been a lot of that.
Because I underestimated what it would be like to be at home. There have been fewer showers, less projects and more chores. 626 more words
My mother has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. She held me when I was little and called me her “sweetheart”, dressed me up in poufy dresses and frilly socks, took me dance lessons and recitals, added to my collections of Barbie dolls and Precious Moments figurines. 279 more words
After a full week of being at home with Everly and not working outside the home, I am left feeling full. As I sit to write on the evening of this abnormally sunny Sunday, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for the time that truly belonged to me this week. 1,012 more words