Day 133 and 134
Oh, it’s a rough patch. Sleepless nights with the babe, arguments with loved ones, a trip to the emergency room with my first migraine today. In an ambulance. In a snow storm.
I’m struggling. And feeling like we can’t catch a break.
In the roughest moments, I sometimes talk to The Virgin Mary.
Nothing fancy, just chatting with a friend.
No, I’m not Christian, even in the slightest. Not knocking those who are.
But she seems like she likes listening. And I need that.
She’s a mother too.
and that helps.
At least a little.
And walks in the woods help too.
Thank you for listening, I think there’s no way to tell you how much it means.