At some point, between dirty laundry and a pile of dishes, my husband’s jokes stopped being funny. I sprained my neck over how hard I rolled my eyes in his direction.
There isn’t much peace and quiet throughout the day, and when one is trying to focus on some level of the house or in a certain room, you can hear another Zoom call or a herd of cattle coming through in another. So no, she’s not getting to concentrate nor having things able to completely sink in.
"When I realized and truly believed, rested on, and drew strength from the fact that through the Holy Spirit, Jesus lived in me, I was able to abide. I was able to continue in truth. The truth set me free."
Night owls— you are my people. We can not be changed. We are just as productive. We are just as valuable. And I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s totally acceptable to cook tacos or rearrange furniture at midnight.
