Sometimes Life is Hard.


I’m 29 years old.

I have 4 children.

I homeschool.

My husband is in grad school.  Again.

I share one computer with 6 people.

My Four Year Old is driving. me. crazy.

My floor won’t stay cleaned.

My children are always hungry.

I’m tired.

I facebook.

I blog.

I design.

I virtually assist.

I write ebooks.

My Four Year Old is driving. me. crazy.

I run errands for my landlord.

I run errands for my husband.

I cross a border to grocery shop.

My floor won’t stay cleaned.

I cook everything from scratch.

I wake up early.

I stay up late.

I consume unhealthy amounts of caffeine.

I need to earn more money.

My Four Year Old is driving. me. crazy.

I read books.

I fold laundry.

I network.

My floor won’t stay cleaned.

I think my 6 year old is on the autism spectrum.

My husband has PTSD.

My Four Year Old is driving. me. crazy.


My life feels like nothing but edges right now and they’re all frazzled.


Pray for me?




  1. I’m 45.
    I have Tourettes/OCD.
    My oldest has ADHD.
    My youngest has Asperger’s/Tourette’s.
    My wife is hearing impaired.
    I have no idea how I’m going to put the oldest through college next year.
    The youngest is starting high school.
    Everything I own is breaking at the same time.
    I have a great job, but it never seems to cover everything.
    I perform.
    I blog.
    I cook.
    I minister.

    It’s hard as hell sometimes, but I still love my life.

    I’m praying for you.

  2. Praying for you today.

  3. My marriage is on the bring of destruction.
    My husband is leaving for 6 weeks.
    My 2 years old is….two.
    I hate not having a real home.
    I want another baby, desperately.
    I need more hours at work.
    I cook.
    I clean.
    I run errands for my boss.
    I run errands for my husband.
    I leave my lunch on the counter most days.
    I can never time find to mow the grass.
    I wish I would have chosen a different career.

    My life is infinitely more beautiful that I could have imagined, and yet…there are challenges. Frays.

    Praying for you.

  4. Melissa Haynie says:

    I’m 34.
    I have been pregnant 7 times.
    I have 2 children who are still living.
    I have a 4 year old who drives me crazy.
    I have a 3 year old who drives me crazy.
    I am a stay home mom.
    I home school.
    I am struggling to make the ends meet on my husbands wages.
    I am trying my hand at Etsy.
    I need to make more money.
    I am tired all the time.
    I enjoy reading your posts.
    I am glad to know I am not alone.
    I am praying for you.
    I have so many blessings in my life I could count forever.

  5. I’m not gonna give you a “comparison” list. I’m just going to say…”I understand.”

    And I’m praying for you.


  6. I have days like that, too. I will be praying for you.

  7. This week is that day for me, too. Prayers, honey.

  8. Right There with you. xxx

  9. Sara Sythoff says:

    praying! those rotten days just feel so… rotten.

  10. I’ll pray for you Jessica. I wish I could do more. You are so sweet!

  11. Praying, and wishing I could do more.
    And if it’s any consolation, know that you are a blessing and inspiration to many of us. Even on your frazzled days (or months).

  12. Hugs.
    And Prayers.
    Many of us can relate- you arent alone.

  13. *Hugs*

    I miss you…this would be a good time for a relaxing cheese night. :)

  14. I can’t call this baby weight anymore.
    I love your blog.
    I actually said “I’m putting my loafer down” to my husband today.
    I work too much
    I run 7 businesses
    I try hard to be likeable
    I don’t have to try hard to be a bitch
    Sometimes I just want to be single with no kids
    I would lay down my life for my husband and kids
    I just read Fifty Shades of Grey.
    I am now reading the good parts again.
    This is really cathardic.
    We should do this more often.
    Praying for you. Praying, praying.

  15. I am 31.
    Since April I have found out about a complex cyst on my right ovary.
    I have had 3 ultrasounds which are 631.00 each time I have one.
    The cyst has become bigger.
    I have to have surgery now.
    I am in pain just about everyday.
    I have a headache more times than none.
    I have 5 yr old fraternal twin boys.
    They drive me nuts everyday.
    I get up and get my boys and husband ready for work and school.
    I would like to read and blog more but did I mention I am in pain and have headaches more times than none and have had severe ones since late July?.
    I am real glad to know that I am not the only one that has children who drive the parents nuts.
    I am praying for you and I hope things get better for you soon.

  16. 10 years ago I could have written a similar post (different stresses but same intensity), thankfully 10 years later things have changed dramatically and we are in a fairly nice place in life. Those early years with kids are the ‘hard yards’ for many of us (not for everyone, but for the majority), but they pass so quickly. We had our 4 with a big gap in between the middle, so this time around (with young ones) without all the other stresses it’s been very different. Praying for you and others who are going through challenging times.

  17. Everyone on here…especially Jessica!

    My eyes well up with tears when I read this blog and all the comments.
    We are all tired. Jesus says “Come to me, ye who are weary and heavy-burdened, and I will give you rest.”
    We are sick and ailing. Our God is the great Physician.
    We are wondering how we’re going to pay for everything. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will take care of itself.”
    We’ve had losses. “Jesus Wept.”
    And guess what?
    God has inscribed us on the palm of his hand.
    He is able to do exceedingly abundantly all that we can ever think of or ask for.
    He died so that when we die we have hope for the future beyond this life.
    In this world we will have trouble, but Jesus has overcome this world.
    Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, His love endures forever.
    His thoughts towards us are good and to give us hope and a future.
    Our enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion seeking whomever he may devour…through depression, sickness, lost hope, giving up, turning from our God in the time of trouble, family dissension, taking our jobs away, taking our health, etc….but let us bless the Lord at all times, and let His praises continually be in our mouths.

    Because this is life. We’re in it, and we have a purpose. Let’s push through together. Where two or three have gathered in His name, He is in the midst. He is here. Thank the Lord. Love to you all.


  18. Oh, Precious, Once upon a time, I would have said the same things or before this summer I would have said “been there, done that, don’t want the tshirt”… however, since Easter and up to a week ago, I’ve been watching a hulk of a baby(20lb at 4 mo when I started, now a crawler at 25lb and almost 9 mo) and his big sis for about 14 hours a day 3-4 days a week while my son was on tour with a band and my daughter in law worked at a local hospital. I so feel your pain, and I know that it won’t help you or anyone else who’s commented here- but “this, too, shall pass”- this IS only for a season and when you can’t take anymore and you’ve shut yourself in the bathroom and slid down the door to the floor in tears- remember Who keeps our tears, Who holds us up when there’s no one there to help, Who gets us through the next moment in time, Who bears our burdens and forget about the floor- it will be clean-someday. But whatever you do, if it won’t really matter in 20 years, take the weight of that off your shoulders and throw it away- you don’t need it no matter what someone else tells you. All you need is you and Jesus. Best recipe ever for surviving the season you are in and coming out sane on the other side. Praying for comfort, peace, rest, His strength- not yours and for a clean floor- someday. ;>)


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