Overflowing On Empty

Time. It forever marches on, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster than we like, but never does time simply stop. With the passing of time, whether fast or slow, comes change. Sometimes refreshing, sometimes crushing, sometimes anticipated, sometimes dreaded, change can take some getting used to. Then, other times, it happens so softly you hardly realize a change has come and gone. For much of my life, time has felt like the enemy; either racing on at breakneck speed, seemingly leaving me behind, or crawling by with the infuriating pace of molasses in January. For many years of my life, the march of time left me feeling like everyone and everything around me was changing, progressing, advancing down the road of life, while I was left standing on the side lines, a mere spectator. One by one, friends married, moved away, started families of their own, while I was left still single, still living at home, still waiting for life to happen to me. And then it did, in the most amazing miraculou...

Overflowing on empty. This pretty much describes my life as a mom, at least this season of motherhood. With an eight month old, my sleep tank pretty much always feels empty. I've been tired to the point of exhaustion for pretty much the last year plus. But while my sleep tank may be running on fumes, life in general is filled to overflowing in all the best ways, aaaand a few less than best. My goal with "Overflowing On Empty" is to create a place where I, and you, my readers, can be completely open and honest about life, both as a mom, and life in general. Because, since we're being honest, sometimes its amazing beyond belief, and sometimes it just plain stinks, sometimes literally! So, here's to this crazy, amazing, harder than hard, wonderful life called motherhood!