God Has to Slap Me in the Fucking Face.

It’s been a while since I got to be mom all day and yesterday I got to take my littlest to do some of our old things. I honestly couldn’t afford it because of some hardships lately, but it had been almost a year since I got to be a stay at home style momma and I didn’t want to give up the opportunity and waste the day at home watching movies. I am not gonna lie, I miss my girls during the day and I miss watching their friends. I miss the craziness of taking them all over palm beach county to play. But this is the part of them growing up that’s hard. But the memories, damn, they were good.

With some recent changes, I see the beauty in suffering. Some times it takes astronomically hard things to happen in my life for me to wake up. I believe that’s how God always moves me. He has to shove. Or slap me in the fucking face.

Well, I have been slapped. And I can see what I need to do to make my home a place for my girls to call their own. I can see the things that are important for them that I haven’t had the time to do. I can see how one day at the zoo changes their whole disposition for the day. I can’t wait to see what the rest of the year holds with me and my two little girls. It’s gonna be a long road, but I can’t wait to see it all.