As I sit here in my driveway, after backing in on my way home from church. I think about what I’m going to walk in on. Are my kids going to be fighting and yelling and screaming? Is my husband going to be able to be standing or will he be in too much pain? will I be in too much pain to be able to take care of all of them? Part of me wants to turn the car back on pull out of the driveway and just keep driving running away from all my problems and all the pain but I know the awful truth it’ll follow me wherever I go. So instead I gather up my stuff, I take the key out of the ignition, I click post on this entry and I carry-on.