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Even though I’m a nurse . . . 

I have all the time in the world right now but I still forget to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. 

I have all the time in the world right now but I still have allowed my kiddos more screen time in the last few weeks than ever before.

I have all the time in the world right now but I still pick up food for dinner sometimes.

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I have all the time in the world right now but I can tell there are days mustering up the energy to survive is more challenging than others.

I have all the time in the world right now but my house is still littered with dirty clothes, toddler toys, and proof of our nonstop days.

I have all the time in the world right now but I don’t wash/dry my hair or even put on makeup daily.

I have all the time in the world but I don’t have it all together all of the days . . . and that’s OK, too.

I have all of the time in the world but I still need grace and empathy and even though everyone’s quarantine time may be slightly different we all deserve that during this time.

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Rusti Lynn Johnson

My name is Rusti Lynn Johnson, I'm a wife with 2 children (1 birth and 1 bonus). I'm also a trauma nurse (almost 10 years now). I love to read and write and share my content with others. I am on FB as Rusti Lynn Johnson and on Instagram as RustiLynn as well as just some writing under Rusti Jo. 

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