I’ve been a mom for four years now. And for most of that time, I’ve been a stay-at-home mom. I think it’s safe to say that if you look at our weekly schedules, you and I live in two very different worlds. But both of our worlds encompass life as mothers. And because we’re both moms, we’re on the same team.
“I HATE YOU!! I CAN’T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED!!!”
Yes, just a few weeks ago, those harsh words came out of my mouth, directed towards my husband. He just wanted to go fishing, and I cracked. My life felt out of control and too much for me to handle all of the sudden. A simple request from him to go fishing was the straw that broke this mama’s back.
Friends. I have to be honest with you about something.
I’m addicted to my phone.
Like, for real.
I know most of our generation is also addicted, and it’s a millennial thing, yadda yadda yadda. But I’m sick of it. I’m sick of NEEDING my screen. I’m sick of it being the first thing I look at when I wake up, and the last thing I look at before I go to sleep.
My Uncle Robbie passed away this week. He was actually my great-uncle, my grandfather’s brother, and even though that sounds really distant, I loved him dearly. But I wasn’t the only one. My Uncle Robbie was really special to a lot of people.
Some knew him as Bob, some knew him as Robert or Robbie, but a lot of people actually knew him simply as “Chief.”
But I’m getting ahead of myself.