Someone recently commented on how they didn't know how I managed to do it all (they were clearly deceived). I am a mother of many. I have too many pets. I work full time as a school nurse. I am one crafty lady with fabric and the sewing machine (that I wish I could get to more often). I cook, mostly from scratch, every night. I work out every morning - no, wait, I don't. I am a wife. I do epic loads of laundry all weekend long. And I fail every day.
I fail. I fail a lot. I yell at my kids when I don't mean to. My desk is always a mess. I have 25 half done projects. I cooked PB&J tonight. We overslept by an hour yesterday morning. We haven't had a date night in months. And our washing machine was broken last weekend. My house is in a constant state of upheaval. I fail at something every day.
But there is one thing I know how to do. I know how to love. I know how to love kids. I love fiercely and sometimes irrationally. I love my students at school. I love my kids at home. I love kids that don't live with me anymore. I love my grown up kid. I love my furry kids. And I love my husband who agreed to take this crazy kid adventure with me. I know how to love.
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