I'm always in favour of being real with each other at church, not pretending we're perfect, etc, etc, etc.
But when I'm having a hard morning at church, I go and hide in the toilet and cry instead of telling any of my friends that I'm struggling.
Life just feels really hard at the moment. We're busy. We're all tired. SP had to be carried screaming out of church 3 (or was it 4?) times this morning. I'm jealous any time anybody talks about doing anything discretionary (You've been reading a book? Not fair!) which is totally ridiculous, because I've been sitting on the internet for at least half an hour. I feel like I'm working at capacity but there's so much every day that goes undone.
Sigh. It's just a season. It's just a season. It's just a season. It's just a season.