Just a thought...

Busy. Frustrated. Can't seem to finish anything without it blowing up in my face.

But! My blog looks great, my husband made dinner, my daughter is laughing, my son is sweaty from rolling around on the floor with me, and my dog is napping contently.

What more could I ask for?

Just have to remeber to breathe, and that God does not give you more than you can handle.