I don’t know if it’s the fact that all four kids slept in their own beds all night long last night, until 7am this morning, but I woke up feeling pretty okay.
I don’t know know if it’s because my anger is starting to soften, but I spent my morning with a warmer heart.
I don’t know if it was the baby cuddles I had with my cousin’s seven week old this morning, but my day felt lighter.
I don’t know if it was the gratitude I feel towards my family helping me out every single day that made my afternoon feel easier.
I don’t know if it was the endorphins from the Hiit workout I did this afternoon, but my muscles definitely felt sore. But stronger than yesterday.
I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow. I don’t know how the kids will sleep tonight. But I do feel like the fog has lifted, if ever so slightly, and I’m starting to see and feel things again that I haven’t been open to since the start of the year.
And it feels pretty okay.