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.
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.