I overbooked my entire weekend with work, Scentsy, friends, surprise birthday parties, and my fiancé/mom obligations. I had a few of those days where every few hours you start to cry momentarily and then snap out of it and pull it together because you have too much to do.

I literally feel like I am never put together. I am habitually late..everywhere I go no matter what time I wake up or leave the house I am somehow ALWAYS late. I can’t ever find my keys, my wallet, or my phone. Thats three things I have to remember on top of remembering both children and their needs. I mean is that not too much… (hint..to my fiancé that I need a small purse to hold all of these things for my birthday. please and thanks)

The burnout feeling is real. Friday was a chaotic experience, then we thought we would attempt our date night at the movie theater but we were thirty minutes late and couldn’t find my keys to lock the door, so date night was more like silent night, and then Saturday was a work day for me with a hostile former customer of our store cussing me out telling me she’d show up at my work in five minutes, and then off to a scheduled scentsy party. After that I drove straight to the village for a surprise birthday celebration (two and a half hours late) Then back to pick up the baby and home.

You can imagine that by this morning I was beyond tired and just wanted to lay around but the daily obligations are still here. SO, off to church, then breakfast with friends before heading back to Montana, and then off to get the oldest child from her cousins. Clean house, meal prep, make dinner, and call it a night.

And now that it’s 11:30 and Sunday is almost over the only thing that I keep playing in my mind is a song from The Afters called Broken Hallelujah. I am tired, I am burnt out, but I’m here and I know God will restore me, give me strength for another week and keep me positive, happy, and rolling with my lemons!