Things have been mighty stressful around our house for the past year or so, beginning with my mom's first of two major spine-related surgeries last July. Sly B and I are not perfect people. We have tons of flaws. I believe that our biggest shared flaw is that we always -- ALWAYS -- think of ourselves second, if not last. For the most part, this flaw has resulted in lots of joy and love in our lives. Sometimes, though, it reaches back and bites us right in the ass.
Here's the thing: we are not an endless font. Breaking point, meet us.
I'm not sure what this means, but I'm kinda done not putting us first for a bit.