So there is this wall.
Made of bricks.
And in my mind it looks a little something like this:
And for some reason, my sweet husband and I keep hitting it.
We have been married for three years now, and about a year ago decided no more messing around, and made goals to work towards a better life for our little family.
So we began working on them.
And just when we start to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
The wall shows up.
And we run smack dab into it.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for our life.
The food on our table.
But ugh, this huge goal.
This thing that will change our lives!
We hit the wall again today.
So tonight I'm sitting on the couch, watching Sex in the City reruns, and pouting.
And tomorrow, I'm going to have to dig deep, WAY DOWN deep, and find the motivation to keep going.
And hopefully I can pass a little onto Jameson too.
But oh, how I'm grateful for him too.
So the wall can just suck it.