Am I doing this right?
I am screaming on the inside. And well, on the outside too depending on the next little person to come to me to tattle on another, or the next time my husband chews too loudly... I am at the end of me. I have reached it, and sadly it is a way shorter trip than I would like to admit. I mean it didn't take much for me to crumble this time. Crying before and after everything I do. Seeing light at the end of the tunnel isn't even helping in this moment of self-pity and wallowing. I can't fix it now and that makes me sad. I can fix it someday way off in the future, but today I can't make it all better and that makes me feel defeated. I wonder how Moses felt while wandering for 40 years? I wonder how it felt for him to wander... He was provided for everyday by THE miraculous hand of God (just like me!) and his people had no needs that weren't met (just like my own family) BUT the people he was with still complained and still doubted (just like my people... only I'm a...