It feels like I write the same things down every time I come up for air.
“No time…”
“So busy…”
“I have minutes…”
And it’s true, of course. Because there are three children, and one of them is fairly new.
But it’s also because I don’t know what say.
With no time to breathe, when do you stop and reflect?
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