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On bacon


You know the kind of day I am talking about.

The one where your baby is up all night, despite the fact you swore every parenting book said they sleep like perfect angels after the age of one.

Where you cry right along with that crazy baby as you make your way to the Starbucks drive thru, desperate for a her to take a car nap and for that jolt of caffeine to bring you back to earth.

Where you try and work but you just stare in horror at the 167 emails in your inbox. All of them with the little yellow star checked aka they are important aka death is at my doorstep.

Where your husband is working way late and has to be in again in the morning way early, so you are on solo duty for daycare drop off, pick up, dinner time, bath time, feeding time, screaming meltdown jammie put on time, all the time duty. I think cleaning fits in there somewhere as well.

You know this kind of day, right? Or is it just me.

Instagram tells me it is just me, but I suspect I am not alone. (INSTAGRAM LIES, Y'ALL. DID YOU KNOW?)

This is my today, and a lot of other days in this nutso-season of life. Mostly, these days fall on Tuesdays - I tend to believe Tuesdays are good for NOTHING except cleaning toilets, but that is a different story.

Days like these, I sometimes don't know how I am going to get through.

So, I have a system.

I have learned to do one thing first: send out a simple prayer of help.

Except it sounds more like: YO GOD HEY REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID YOU WANT TO HELP ME? I'LL TAKE A VENTI OF THAT. MAKE IT A DOUBLE PLZ THX.

Then, I look for the little ways I can care for myself. Tiny ways. A lot of times that involves me eating an entire pack of sour worms. But today, I pulled out the big guns.

Bacon.

I am currently cooking an entire cookie sheet full of bacon, and pretty sure when Kyle finally gets home from work at whatever ridiculously late time that may be, we will eat all of it. Because today, bacon is holy. And whatever works.

P.S. I also have played Great is Thy Faithfulness on repeat, like a crotchety old church lady. Why? Because this line is everything to me on days like today:

Strength for today, and bright hope for tomorrow. Great is thy faithfulness.

I choose to believe it.


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