No, Zander. Wash the sunblock out of your eyes. This is JAWS! Get off your butt and get me out of here.
Needless to say the kids are being whipped into shape this weekend. No, not literally whipped, people, but close. Just kidding.
I understand exactly how that apple feels.
Below. She leaves no survivors.
They can be managed. But its another to face your own demons.
In a city of 3 million people, I can still feel isolated. The assumption that I'm the only one that struggles with such and such shapes my perspective, narrows it, perverts it. Yet, when I get out the door, open my heart up to people, I realize I am not some sort of sub species, but very much human. I'm trying to be more open in hopes to fish for more "I totally get you!" or "I'm so glad I'm not the only one" And then there is Christ, fully human fully God, who mysteriously and undoubtedly understands and gets the nitty gritty details of being at home with 3 tots and much of the under lying issue connects to someone, anyone out there. And it feels so good to find that person when I do who ever they may be.