Y'all, it has been a rough week. The days have seemed long, and the nights, late. Lots of piled up laundry and dirty dishes, toddler and adult tantrums (me...not the hubby). Going to bed without cleaning the kitchen, which I despise, leaving a candle burning all night...I'm done with candles by the way, but praise God for His protection and never ending mercies.
Just one of those weeks.
It has been a productive one. I completed a mural in the boys room and got several orders filled for Etsy and neighbors, but productivity comes at a cost with little ones sometimes. And that cost this week was what could have been some precious moments with my boys and a bit of my sanity. Looking back, I see that my focus was mostly on my failures. I saw the mess as opposed to the blessing, I chose to see more ashes than beauty I guess you could say. Feelings of inadequacies and frustrations, upset with myself for not reacting how I would have liked or for being more truth and less grace...Ticked off that I believed the lie.
