Sometimes, a depleted stay-at-home momma needs to hit pause, and scroll through recent photos of her children being their adorable selves, in order to recollect how truly precious they are.
As if observing an impressionist painting, take a few steps back to recognize the beauty in the haphazard masterpiece.
Say, for instance, after yet another exhausting night of night terrors. Eight of them in nine hours? Sure.
And a grueling Monday, following a four-day weekend, that has rendered the brain-matter of both school-aged pupils to a consistency eerily similar to the mountains of mashed potatoes they consumed all weekend.
Purely hypothetical, I’m sure…