There are days when my house is like the deep end of a pool and I’ve been treading and I’m tired and I sink, just a little bit more as my arms grow weary. We have a couch, destroyed by children, dogs, and time, with ripped upholstery and what likely seems like an infinity of … Continue reading Little fires.
It’s hard for me to exercise when alone. When I’m meeting up with someone, I don’t feel the same struggles to prioritize. This morning, I’m not caring for an animal, I don’t have any meetings, no appointments. There is enough time to workout and take a shower before my next furry client needs my hugs. … Continue reading Nagging guilt.
Bella does not feel that I have failed to put clothes away, but instead succeeded in providing her the most perfect couch bed imaginable.