I Can’t Talk About It Yet

[Dutch Lock Down Day Three Hundred Ninety Seven]

But I will soon.

There are still some things going on here in Leander house that are up in the air and unresolved and have been this way for OVER A MONTH NOW but I still can’t talk about it.

Because it’s still not my story to tell, but soon it will be and there will be much rejoicing, no matter how the pieces land, because this whole keeping it bottled up inside is Not Good For The Soul.

But first the news:

Dear Minion Who Is Banging:

IT IS SIX THIRTY IN THE MORNING. KNOCK IT OFF. YOU MAY WAKE UP AT SEVEN. CAN’T YOU TELL TIME YET. PAPA IS STILL ASLEEP. YOUR SIBLINGS ARE STILL ASLEEP. SOON THEY WILL NOT BE BECAUSE YOU ARE BANGING ON… SOMETHING. STAHP.

xoxo,
~Mama.

Ahem.

In the meantime, I’m embracing the Serenity Prayer.

And throwing Compassion at all the things.

And enjoying my two week vacation.

Dear Minion Who Is Yelling “Linnea”:

STAHP IT.

xoxo,
~M.