Ah, summer....Flats of raspberries and boxes of fuzzy, juicy peaches from the Farmers' Market. Backyard water parks constructed of wading pools, pails, and the sprinkler. Grilled hot dogs dripping ketchup. And bugs. One of these is not a favorite at the Pink Door House. If you witnessed the absolute, complete hysteria resulting from an encounter with 'lady bugs' (anything creepy crawly) and 'buzzy bees' (anything that flies), you would think, PTSD. Clearly PTSD. But I promise
I should have realized it was too quiet. What a textbook mistake as the mom of a toddler. The side effects of my ongoing cancer treatment include fatigue and irritability (here's looking at You, Menopause!). Unwelcome guests when you're raising three young children. Most of the time I think I manage these pretty well. But some days it catches up to me. It feels like I have nothing left. Emotionally, it's really hard for me to be in a body that lacks the strength it once had.