We're still alive. Maybe I flatter myself in thinking anyone wondered...
We are just surviving here right now.
And planning a 5K, remodeling my laundry room (no washer or dryer for over a week), keeping nieces and nephews, doing school, getting ready for a Co-op Spring program, having lovely lunches with my visiting brother, and starting t-ball practice.
I may be a little overwhelmed, but I'm not drowning. When the boys were babies, I might have felt like I was drowning. I believe that the difference is rest. The privilege of sleeping through the night is a miracle cure for hopelessness.
Besides, who could be anything but thrilled to spend a day with these cherub faces?