can't stop. won't stop.
It’s been a minute since I’ve written on here. I’ve been … busy … not feeling well. Which entails exhaustive pep talks throughout the day until I’ve annoyed myself into submission. Or I surrender to, “Tomorrow is a new day”. I’ve still been moving along with life working and momming. It all just feels so very hard most days. I can’t decide how much detail I should go into about this, so I think I’ll just skip over it. But let’s talk about something more hopeful. After months of work and dedication, the house is free of mold (as far as we know). This is where Ben and my mom stand on stage doing a bow and a curtsy while we all toss roses at them. Because they are the reason we crossed this finish line. The bathroom looks freshly fantastic. The attic is organized and newly insulated. I didn’t even know it could look that spectacular up there. And the rest of the house remains with a ‘lived-in’ look. But if you look deeper you might notice a ton of time was spent decluttering and organiz...