there are two kinds of mornings in our house: morning when everyone's busy and i have a minute to myself (lately at night everyone goes to bed at the same time-late)... and hard mornings. on the days when the morning is hard the rest of the day becomes a trying journey. there are many possibilities of rethinking my motherhood... which is always alluminating, but (un)bearibly hard.
today the day started off well. i am always encouraged when it happens.
