Cry Out to Abba

At church this evening, my middle daughter spiraled a little after service. She had made some sort of Valentine's craft and was covered in red glitter. She wanted to wash her hands, so i walked her to the bathroom and turned on the light for her. She's fairly capable, so I walked down the hall … Continue reading Cry Out to Abba

Sometimes the Bacon gets Burned

So it's been 2 weeks and change since we brought home our 4th baby. There's been a lot of crying, from me as well as the kids. I can say I haven't had a lot of depression, but my level of anxiety is through the proverbial roof. Even the should-be-fun moments have me fraught with … Continue reading Sometimes the Bacon gets Burned