waiting for the day to be closed

I've had a tough few weeks. Having four kids is once again stretching me to my limits. Trying to take care of all their needs and desires while fitting myself in there somewhere seems a task too difficult to even attempt. I, as most mothers, place my needs last the majority of the time. As such i often burn the candle at both ends and come crashing down in exhaustion every few months. This has been one of those months.

I have a few minor health concerns that are resulting in a multitude of visits to doctors and labs. Nothing major, but serving to make me aware of my own mortality. All the ways i could be treating myself better. Of course, being a worrier or storyteller, i keep imagining the worst and then kicking myself because, my god, there are so many people that are dealing with illness and struggle that i couldn't even imagine.

Trying to find grace in small things right? Although that whole exercise seems too cotton candy pink, sometimes i need to focus on the small things so that the big things don't drive me crazy.