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.

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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