Fragments

I feel so overwhelmed and fragmented this morning--no morning walk for me and no morning yoga practice in lieu of a lousy hour more of sleep and making it to the office by 8:30 in order to leave early.

Breathe.

I'm trying.

But I am hitting myself with every possible blow and it's chipping away at my peace.

Holidaze.

Family coming to town.

Still needing to collect things from the old house--photo albums, pictures, outdoor furniture, plants, boxes. All the little bits that transform space into a home...

My children--who I feel are getting the ragged remains of mom at the end of her day, the fragments that weren't consumed prior to my seeing them.

Augh.