Inundated…

I can’t get free. I am trapped under piles of sloppy baby kisses, inquisitive answer seeking, purring furball love, and barking madness.
Everywhere I look there is someone who needs to be taken care of.
Every day there are countless messes to clean up.

Sometimes I feel burdened by my blessings.

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One thought on “Inundated…”

  1. Echo, echo, echo, echoooooooo. I’m out here, sayin’ the same. I’ve just caught up on your last few posts because, well, I’m similarly inundated. I can only hope if you’re still walking the tightrope that you’re at least building strong muscles.

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