Dear Diary,
Can I pretend to be somewhere else, just for five minutes? Maybe on a beach in Hawaii or a motorbike in Costa Rica. Anywhere but here.
You see, today was supposed to be a Tuesday, but, instead, it turned out to be a second Monday complete with the "anything that could go wrong does" feel of that inglorious first day of the week. Work was insanely busy, my oldest is incredibly fussy (aka screaming-like-a-banshee-until-you-all-turn-to-stone angry), and the new tire on my van went flat again, not more than 10 minutes after leaving the tire shop. Not to mention the fact that we're broke and worn thin in so many areas.
I need a break.
Thank God for His grace and mercy that sees me through even the toughest times and thank God for giving me a best friend and partner in crime. On days like today, God and my husband are my only sanity. I really don't know where I would be without them.
Until Next Time,
Meghan N.
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