Today was one of those days.
I was about to leave to pick the girls up from camp, and before I could even get her and Av into the car, I was cleaning up a huge mess. Then halfway to camp, I had to pull over because Emma needed seizure intervention.
And somewhere between the mess, the rushing, the worry, and trying to keep everyone else going, I caught myself thinking, Why does it feel like I’m being punished?
I’m not sharing this because I need anyone to feel sorry for me. I’m sharing it because sometimes this is what our life looks like.
It’s messy. It’s exhausting. It’s unpredictable.
And sometimes I just need to admit that I’m tired of being strong because I feel as if I’m being punished.
Tomorrow I’ll get up and do it all again. But today, I’m allowed to say that today was really, really hard. ❤️
Emma Bear's Journey 