The last few days have kicked me in the butt and stomped on top of me, repeatedly and hard. My stress level is through the roof. I am irritable. I am angry. I am spending a whole lot of time wishing I worked at a book store. (I could rock a book store. Really.)
I crawled in bed with Brennan last night wishing for a moment's peace. He asked me what was wrong.
"I had a tough day at work today B." I told him with a sigh.
Brennan smiled at me. "Come here," he said as he reached across the bed to pull me closer to him. Brennan snuggled against me with huge hugs.
"You just need some love to feel better Momma." Brennan said with a smile.
Words to live by from my five year old.
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