Of being God’s masterpiece, facing the consequences of dinner parties, and a less-late bedtime.

  1. The 5am club does not meet on Sunday. At least not this Sunday. 5.5 hours was already not enough sleep.
  2. Poema
  3. The meantime is what happens between the seed and the harvest.
  4. “Tell it again. This time, for them.”
  5. It’s often the things we accept as normal that do us the most damage.
  6. The price you pay for not being a Martha is a mountain of dishes the next day.
  7. I give in to the hunger. I smother my defeat in refined sugar and carbohydrates. I write off the day but am determined to take the whole thing to Him in the morning. Something is out of order.
  8. There should be a Parentlympics. Pretty sure we could medal in Tag-Team Napping.
  9. It’s just pizza. It’s just money.
  10. She’s embarrassed, but I’m relieved. Exhaustion stole all my cleverness, making me useless to the group, and I couldn’t muster the courage to excuse myself. Grateful.

Author: Ellie

Uppity stardust. Will eat (almost) anything.

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