Some weeks you stumble and fumble through. Feeling like you are fighting the current, struggling against an unseen force.
Some weeks? Well, this past week that’s for sure.
Hubby has had various lingering bugs, the eldest has been moody and “just wants to be left alone”
The chicken died.
The slightest thing turned into a full blown explosion, tears, drama, and shouting.
We all felt off kilter. Not ourselves.
As my daughter said “she feels like her instincts are all off” and I know exactly what she means.
We are all stuck in our bubble and colliding with each other, and then frustrated because of it.
And so there was only one thing left to do about it.
We danced.
