It’s 8:08am and it feels like midnight. I’m tired already from all the talking I had to do between 6 and 7:30. And there are million things on the list of things to do. I think I’m developing anxiety around mundane things associated with the kids like, school is starting so I can’t sleep … it makes no sense to me. So today, I will celebrate every single thing I accomplish. The Lord is going to have to be my strength in a very literal way tuh-day. The older kids made it to school, fed and on time. Celebration! I’m about to make and eat breakfast. Celebration! If I make it to the gym, celebration! If I complete the workout, celebration!!! And so on and so forth…celebration!!!!