Here I am eating my homemade chicken and dumplings with baked beans (craving). And I can't help but feel overwhelmed, joyful, stressed, relieved, in pain, high on cloud 9. All these feeling wrapped into one huge emotional ball because for two nights my family has ate home-cooked meals even though it kills me to stand and my back achs all night and I hardly sleep, then to watch my husband be thankful for a warm meal before bed because he gets up at 6 am to go to work for another 10-12 hour shift. And Monday through Friday I wake up get my two girls ready drop one off at school come home make breakfast for my youngest and my pregnant self. To do the same routine day after day. My husband doesn't demand dinner or ask. I don't make dinner every night, but my husband and kids are always full before bed, clean for the next day, rested well and happy. I just thank the lord that I have my family even on the days I want to pull my hair out, scream to the top of my lungs, or stay in bed. My family is what keeps me earthbound.