gratitude

I just had a moment. In the midst of the chaos and upheaval that is two small children in an old house mid-renovation I had a moment; when the coffee was still warm, and the song was right, and the sleeping babe was warm and right on my chest, and the girl was mesmerized watching the red paint swirl into the blue and it was sweet and good. And I am grateful. And I want to remember. 

parched

The exhaustion comes in waves. Baby didn't sleep well. I didn't sleep well. That's nothing new. I never have been a good sleeper, but this is something else. Bone tired. I've climbed mountains. I've mixed concrete by hand. I've stayed up all night writing. Or laughing. Or crying. But this is something else. This wave knocked me down for a minute. Just a minute. A breath. Then I'll be up to push through to the next one. 

PS: I found out the next day it was Lyme's.