Little Flower

I told Tyler the other day that I'm old, fat and tired. (Female teenagers, that is negative self talk and I forbid it! Unless I'm doing it).

Who am I kidding, no female teenagers are reading this. Except April, and she's more mature than I am.

Tyler hugged me and said "only one of those is true." In case you're offended for me, he meant tired.

I am. I am so tired. I walked around at 2 am this morning bouncing a baby who wouldn't sleep and kept thinking to myself, "I'm 40. Forty, OK?"

I should be taking all my kids to school and having lunch with my friends.

Going on an overnight getaway with Tyler and not worrying about my baby who won't take a bottle anymore.

Not sleeping in two and three hour blocks.

But noooooo, we just had to do everything ten years late!

I will survive and learn and bloom where I am planted. But you know how sometimes you see a little flower growing out of a rock and you're super inspired by it? Maybe you even give a talk on it in church?

I'll bet that little flower feels bitchy sometimes.