The general stress of keeping a house running for what passes as smoothly. With toddlers.
I feel like a TV antenna, pulling massive amounts of data that has to be filtered through my head and heart before being spit out the other side. While I’m not paying close attention to the news (it’s been too hard since my first was born to watch the news every night)– still the big stories get through. The loss. The heartbreak. The inherent fear. The uprising of faith in God and country that everything will work out.
It’s enough to make a person feel… well, a bit flooded.