Even Molly seems bigger this week. She started to talk EVEN more, if that's possible. She even ends her sentences with words like" though", and" suppose". She insists on emptying her dishes and putting (throwing) them in the sink herself.
And Charlotte. Oh Charlotte. She is tough. And too smart for her own good. She got into trouble the other night. This is the message she wrote to David. Her proposition. She likes to bargain her way out of a jam, with that big, beautiful brain.
And my first ever paycheck for writing. It was a sweet moment. We were in a mad rush to get it to the bank, as we really needed the money, but while David waited in the car, I snapped a picture of it. It wasn't a lot, but it means so much to me. Like the first few dollars a business receives, and tapes to the wall. I felt proud of myself.
But others, lots of others, felt her pain. And so did I. Feeling scared every time a utility truck drives by, or if the car makes a funny noise. Being petrified when there is an unexpected knock at the door. Trying so hard to keep your family happy, and provide stability and happiness, in an otherwise unstable place. She said you have got to be strong to be broke. I agree. It takes a lot of internal....something....maybe chutzpa? It is way easier to sit, and complain, and worry, and hide.
To try any creative outlet that you can to try and help better your family, or even just to keep you sane, so you are a better mother, in the face of all the stress that you have to shoulder, really does take some muscle.
Visit her blog here. So worth it.
HOMEGIRL ON THE RANGE