A Week, Briefly (9/3/18)
We're getting 6 eggs a day right now . . . and watching for that number to increase. The pretty eggs are a joy to me. I had an almost-panic attack this week. I spent a few hours on Tuesday wavering back and forth between freaking out and using our family mantra to try to bring myself to a functional place. It was moving laundry and my best friend from college that saved me. Work and talk. And listening. When I talked, I cried. When I asked questions about my friend and listened to her, I calmed down. I needed all three--working, talking, listening--to come back to myself. And good teens who put (the already prepared) dinner on the table, got the littles cleaned up, and then fed them. (Thank you, Super Star and Belle!!!) I don't know whether the work I'm doing is that hard or if I'm just a wimp. But it feels that hard. So I made some changes. The first was that I gave up half an hour of my personal quiet time to do school with Ladybug. It...