Author: hannah.ananas

Today’s weather was very uncomfortable. It was right at freezing and just below freezing while we were out. My entire being was not about it, even though I was excited for the adventure. My toes hurt and my facial skin hurt and my fingers were unhappy. My face was automatically frowning, without my conscious input at all. Wild that people not only live in weather like this for months at a time, but that they do it voluntarily. Totally wild, because I hated it today. If it had been a snow-covered ground, I could get behind it a bit. But it wasn’t. So, I am not.

And no, I don’t want to be in the horrible heat and humidity we have here during the summer. But the trade-offs of people, lifestyle, space, and the rest of the year’s weather and utter lack of horrible cold like today for 362 days of the year make up for it enough right now. And I’m still looking for ways not to be here in the summertimes in the future…

Post-a-day 2026

Sometimes, it takes over two years to realize that a conversation is not complete, and that you need to complete it.

Thank you, God, for helping me complete that conversation. Please, keep us safe and make us well, and help us to love one another well and fully. Thank you for our home. Please, keep it safe and well, too. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Today has been our two-year anniversary of marriage. Wild. It kind of feels like forever ago, but also feels like only a couple weeks ago. My sister-in-law mentioned today that my life has change a whole lot in the past two years. And boy, has it. Married. Carers have changed for both of us. We have a baby that is almost a one-year-old. We no longer have a dog. My daily life is completely upside down from how it looked two years ago. And it has been extremely hard lately. And I am grateful for all of it.

Thank you, God. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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My daughter moves a lot when she sleeps. Not the whole night long or anything. It’s just here and there. (Though, I guess “now and then” would have been the appropriate term.) But, when she does move while sleeping, it is quite often a lot of movement in that single instance.

So, that’s a disturbance already.

But that movement often includes a sort of kicking.

Which is more of a disturbance.

And, because we don’t do things half-a-edly in my family, she also likes to fling her head to the side, sometimes back and forth a couple times. And her head is hard. And it is usually quite near my own head. And so, once again, I am wondering if I will have a bruise on my busted lip from my child’s head smashing suddenly into my mouth while she slept and I was enjoying her cuddles before sleeping myself.

Oh, and she is hot, too. Very hot. Lots of sweat happens between the two of us whenever she sleeps against me. Also a sort of disruptive annoyance…

So, basically, having my daughter sleep with me is both wonderful, because she cuddles fabulously, and disruptive-slash-dangerous. So, yeah… that’s cool, I guess…

Haha

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The work I want to do for myself became all the more encouraged today by my brief touch of doing some of it. But I also was reminded that I need full support from someone to care for my child regularly while I work toward that career and do that work, because doing it with her present was not cool. I mean that it was very yikes. So, yeah, that was cool to see myself still loving the work, but also really sucky that it had to suck so badly and that it was made clear that I have to wait a while longer to pursue it.

God, guide me forward, please, and keep us safe and well. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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I am struggling more than ever right now to function. My husband is so close to having his hours and to being… well, my husband again, that I am having a hard time focusing. I am beyond exhausted, and I happened to get sick the last week, too, which just added to it all. I am supposed to be arranging the baby’s birthday party while also keeping house and taking good care of the baby and of myself. Spoiler alert: All of these things are suffering right now. I think I just need to go back into the mental mode of not having my husband around for a while longer, as it might help me to reset and start being able to get some more things done. It is so close, I can barely stand it. And maybe it’s like a dog going nuts for a piece of meet it can see right in front of it. Out of sight, out of mind. And the sickness has really drained me energetically (physically), and that has had a big negative effect on my capacities for the day. But the combination of slowly healing from that and mentally resetting about being on my own for a while longer should do some good for us.

God, guide us, please, heal us, and keep us safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Attempting the crib tonight.

God, guide us and help us. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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I asked my husband to rub my feet for a minute before I went to sleep, because I knew it would be good for my body in its efforts to heal from whatever infection I am carrying right now. I had no idea that, when he started rubbing them, I would be experiencing a whole ‘nother level of ache. I had zero clue that my feet were as sore as they apparently were. Thank God and thank my husband for the idea and for the relief!

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Tonight, I was ready for bed, but my baby was not. So, I set her on the floor and told her to go do whatever. She happily left the room for about five minutes, then came back with a tissue and a grin, ready to get in bed and nurse. It was stressful at first, but turned out to be lovely in the end. I love that she is getting so independent at times.

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When I go to bed with her nursing, she regularly needs to latch on before I am ready for her. So, I end up in bed with her curled up on me, nursing intensely, unable to turn out the lamp on the bedside table, because it is just a little too far out of my reach with her attached. And yes, it is annoying when this happens, which is far too often, especially considering how dumb it sounds. But reaching over to turn off the light usually means having her teeth rip across my nipple as she tries not to let go while I move too far away for her possibly to stay attached. Then she usually cries fiercely. Not fun for either of us.

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