Bears are smart.

Bears are smart, because they hibernate. For all of winter.

We'd like to do that. It sounds kind of genius. Because this week?

Ugh.

I think both Steve and I have felt at our limit for almost the entirety of 2016. For the past month or so we've been dealing with our concern for our little baby always on our minds, my persistent (though thankfully decreasing) morning sickness and inability to uphold my previous standard of housekeeping/cooking/grocery shopping/being a human, the stress of having a house on the market and of getting an offer (which--yes! YAY!) that, if it goes through, will leave us with the task of coming up with a few thousand bucks we don't yet have AND homeless in Winston for two months, lots of concerns for the unique struggles of several of our far-away and beloved extended family members, the budget (which suffers greatly when this mama is out of it), and knowing that we will be moving somewhere in July--but STILL not knowing WHERE.

We're not totally drowning in our lives, but we have felt like we're barely keeping our heads above water.

And Monday morning, we discovered that one of our kids had lice.

If it was a normal week, a normal month, a normal year, we probably wouldn't have lost our cool over it. But because it was the proverbial straw falling on a couple of already heavily-laden camels (that's us--watch out, we spit!), we both just kind of died inside. Like, each separately had conversations with Heavenly Father about how we were about to hit breaking point and please please please we needed some slack.

We did a round of Nix while surreptitiously checking the other two kids' heads and doing load after load of laundry. But alas--the super lice only kind of cared about the Nix, and we discovered the next day that the 5 hour ordeal from the day before wasn't done. Poor kiddo. We got an Rx shampoo from the doctor and went through the process again (though much quicker this time) last night and today, thank goodness, everything was clean and clear and our schooling kiddos were cleared to go back to life as usual.

Aaaaand poor Steve has had a string of night shifts this week, which means both of us sleep badly and he is just totally thrown off eating/sleeping/energy-wise.

We're exhausted.

My hair is channeling Mufasa's mane.

I'm wearing the exact same clothes I wore yesterday.

I stress-ate three packs of fruit snacks this morning.

And we've had pizza for dinner three (or four??? I can't remember Saturday...) of the past six nights.