The In-Betweens

It’s Thursday morning. I’m not entirely sure where the week went, maybe it slipped through the cracks between dirty bottles, school drop-offs, and the constant negotiation of a toddler’s wardrobe choices. What I do know is that I woke up early today. I did my bit. I tried. I had a calm, quiet morning routine before the house slowly woke up. I breathed. I set intentions for the day. I thought maybe, j ust maybe,  today would feel good. But somewhere between Asante screaming that he didn’t want the red fluffy jacket HE picked out , and my little one refusing to be put down while I was still in my pajamas with 7 minutes to get out of the house… something in me cracked. It wasn’t loud. It was soft. Subtle. A slow leak. Like the air quietly leaving a balloon you didn’t realize had a hole in it. I Feel Drained. Sad. A Little Lost. There’s an emptiness sitting heavy in my chest today. The kind of sadness that doesn’t have a dramatic backstory—it just is . And on top of that, ther...

  You know that moment when you run into an old friend you haven’t seen in forever, and instead of the usual small talk, you both just sigh ? Like,  “B*… where do I even begin?” Yeah. That’s this post. That’s this moment. That’s me, showing up to The In-Betweens with one eye twitching from exhaustion, one hand cradling a cup of hot chocolate (that I may or may not finish while it’s still hot), and a heart that’s been quietly whispering, “Write. Say something. Let it out.” So here I am. Halfway through the year. Somehow both crawling and flying. Somehow laughing and crying. Somehow functioning on equal parts fumes, faith, and fibre. Motherhood Has Me by the Neck, Tits and the Heart Let’s start there, shall we? I am knee   deep in the trenches of motherhood. Like, “wipe your tears with a wet wipe and keep it moving” deep. One child on my hip, one in my ears, asking questions faster than my brain can formulate answers. There are days I feel like a vending machine ...