Normal

I am absolutely horrible at being still.It makes me want to crawl out of my skin. 

Even when the babies are napping and the house quiet, I can’t stop doing something, anything to distract myself from things I really should be thinking about, conversations I should be having with myself and with my husband.

But it’s so much easier to just vacuum or wash the dishes for the one hundredth time than look in my heart, my own head, and see what’s really there. Some days I just don’t want to know. Some days I just need to feel normal.

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