I had a moment yesterday where I questioned what I was doing.
What if, what I do ?
I know it matters.
But sometimes. Sometimes. I wonder. That’s what being isolated does to you. At home all day with the kids with no loving husband present. And right now it’s just Hyrum & Salem. Asher & Mali are still away with my mom, visiting family. So it’s me, the seven year old, the eighteen month old, and, the dog.
Did I mention we’ve had a dog for the past month? Kind of on loan from my brother.
This dog ought to be renamed Trouble. Cute, I’d say adorable, perhaps a bit sweet, but trouble, nonetheless.
Here’s the rundown of our month together: he caught & killed a baby squirrel, molested a rooster, did his business on our carpet (several times). Since he’s been under my...