Yes, it's Monday. Yes it usually means the start of a new week, a new beginning. A new recipe to motivate and get back in the kitchen.
This past week has brought no desire to do that.
It's been one of the hardest weeks of my life. The routine of getting back into homework and a school schedule has been more difficult than I thought. My poor pillow barely sees me anymore. Life throws more than a few curveballs at times, and this week has thrown a pretty large one. It leaves me with fear, dread and wonder if I'm doing the right thing. But the support, love, my gut and inklings of new beginnings have allowed me to take the next step forward...tentatively and hesitantly...but I'm doing it. I hate change and I'm a creature of habit. I keep moving forward with a lot of faith and love behind me.
The kids have had an incredibly hard weekend. And to end the weekend on a higher note, I took them up the canyon tonight. As expected the teen was the last out the door. The four year old was whining for me to carry her before we made it halfway up the trail. And the ten year old was parkouring off every rock and trail he could. But it ended up being a really nice night. I gave them the phone, and this is what they came up with:
Always the selfies:
Crash and burn:
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