Mom guilt and Grace.

This is a near and dear friend of mine, her words have never rang more true – this parenting gig is H A R D.

Kate's Corner.

This is me. It’s a typical Sunday here. We attended church this morning, went on a short target run afterwards, and returned home to have lunch before nap time. They’re happy. I’m smiling. Things seem like they’re going well.



IN REALITY: I woke up a little late today. Actually, I woke up really late. Our first church service time recently changed from 8:30 to 8:00, which seems a little like Satan’s at work- but no one asked me 🤷‍♀️ I’ve been a first service goer my entire life, since my childhood. I mean, why go to the 9:30 service when I can show up 30 minutes late to the 8:00? Its LoGicAl, at least in my scattered mind. The kids handled the time change really well. And by really well, I mean we all left the house in tears. Wyatt, because he was mad I put shoes…

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