I'm not really sure what sparked it.
Unless...it was this really glorious moment on Monday night when during our family scripture study, one of my prayers was answered, the Spirit filled our home, we grew closer as a family, and love abounded from every corner.
And then the Adversary decided to move in and set up camp and declared,
"There will be no happiness here."
Because he likes to do that when he's losing.
He's pretty smart because the last couple of days, he's winning. He knows exactly what pressure points to squeeze to defeat us. In our family, it's sleep, or the lack of. It's Mommy. It's food. It's irritability and over-sensitivity. It's making mountains out of molehills.
But the work is never ending and undone as soon as I turn around.
But there just hasn't been time for exercise. Or energy. Or desire. Or something.
But I feel so empty that I feel like I have nothing to give someone else.
But a day wriggles into two. Then stretches into three. And before you know it you haven't showered in a few days, and eaten a bag of Cadbury eggs and watched the entire third season of Modern Family while your kids get way too comfortable with Netflix on the iPad.
It's a downward spiral. A sharp and severe free fall. And it's over.
ENOUGH OF THIS.
Time for a "Happiness is..." post.
...a secret bag of Cadbury eggs.
...seeing more and more brown grass every day as the snow disappears.
...having hope that brown will magically brighten into green.
...little sisters cuddling.
...a warm shower dance and song.
...figuring out that extra chores is the answer to motivating the kids to do all kinds of things.