I’m tucked underneath a not-so soft blanket, sinking into the lime green bean bag in our home music studio. The house is uncharacteristically quiet. My husband is napping on the couch, my six-year-old is pouting about spending the next hour in his room to play read or rest and my five-month old is in the last stretch of his longer afternoon nap. Even the dog is curled up in her bed.
It’s been a while. Yet again. So, how am I doing, you ask?
Well…
I’m frustrated.
I can hear it better now that the scripture video is paused, the Minecraft commentary has halted and the baby isn’t cooing.