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Even the hard stuff in My Story.

  • June 13, 2026, 5:52 a.m.
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Another quiet night. B & her boy, TJ, are still driving back from the rodeo. Scott took M off to the BSA campout, and it was one where they kayaked to the camp site. So, just me and the other four kids tonight. I suppose five of us at home is still quite a few, but compared to 7, it still feels quiet. Especially taking out M… he can be a loud kid.

Almost midnight, but I don’t even feel tired. More and more I just gotta have a melatonin or I don’t sleep. Never did have much of a problem with that until my last pregnancy. Well, wouldn’t give her back if I could, but it is a big drag.

Things are so good and happy right now. M is growing up in so many ways. I am staying super positive with him and the rewards have been huge, but it’s also been easy because he’s been so great. B is happy and I have chilled out about her lack of a job. I’m going to give her the summer to just be. She needs it. She’ll be better for it. I can feel it in my bones. And A is gone too much (that’s what being 16 does) but, oh, every minute she’s home is just a real treat. God was good when he gave me such a calming, centering, lovely force. S is 10 and great, and Little A is 2.5 and pretty close to heaven.

All is good, and more good is coming, and even the hard stuff is the good stuff.


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