Don't you hate that? You're right in the middle of a conversation and all of a sudden...what was I talking about??? Lately I've been battling the old I forgot more often than not. I can't remember, "Why did I come up here?" or "What was I going to do again?" I sound like an old woman. Having talked to my other friends around here, I've come to the conclusion that it has nothing to do with being crazy and everything to do with raising children. As a Mom, you're supposed tackle a million things at once. That works for a while and then somewhere along the line it all just becomes gibberish. We go, go, go, until we can't, can't, can't. Learning how to filter out the kaous and find some time of quiet can be challenging. But what is the cost of not doing that. For me it is more and more confusion. I spend that time a study with God and all of a sudden things are clearer. Well I hear the pitter patter of little feet so that's the end of this for me(:
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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