Popped Can of Biscuits

Sometimes I feel like I will never again get a decent night's sleep.

Sometimes I feel like I will never catch up on what needs to be done in a day.

Somestimes I looked like a popped can of biscuits in my pants but the thought of not eating anything that taste delicious makes me want to cry.

Sometimes I get woken up by being handed a dead hamster that does not even belong to us.

Sometimes I get bit by ants when cutting grass with the push mower. Actually, I almost always do.

Sometimes I am overwhelmed and running on empty.

And sometimes I am given a cute gift for no reason outside of love. The mug is from my sister and brother in law. His Grace is enough.