mama believer

One thing about me, I won't let anything get in the way of our goal here. We've had a lot of bad things happen that I could have let destroy the dream.

But I refused to let that happen. And I refuse to ever let that happen.

Right now I'm 31 years old and I'm living with my parents. It's not easy living with my parents - for either of us. I try to keep that in mind when I get annoyed by things. It's so easy to say "poor us" on bad days. But I can't imagine what it's like for my parents to never live alone.

Every parent thinks about that day - the day their children turn 18 and leave the house. No one ever really thinks about the day those children come back - especially when those children are 31 years old.

It's a tough dynamic.

Some days I feel like I'm losing my mind. It's really hard to have a fight. It's really hard to be a frustrated parent. It's really hard to have a bad day. But it's harder to hear my parents gripe about things. And it's especially hard to not feel like a burden when they gripe about things. I also really hate it when they take out their frustration with Mr. Romance or my kids out on me.

I feel like I should always be thankful for what they do for us, but there are days that are really hard to be thankful. It's not that I won't always be thankful for giving us a roof over our head and food on the table. You have no idea how much I appreciate that. This is something I can probably never repay.

But there are days no one has anything nice to say. Those days are really hard to get through. Today was one of those days.