It seems like no matter how hard we try some days are just better than others. I try to hold my head up and be a big girl, but some times I just wanna lay down, kick my feet, and cry really loud. I feel like a crazy person because I can't remember a dang thing, even the important stuff just seems to slip in one ear and right out the other. I am just going to keep on breathing in and out and pray that tomorrow will bring a better day.
I am such a lucky girl, I don't really have anything to complain about, but some days it just feels like I am being crushed by the weight of my tiny little world. So many responsibilities... pay the insurance, brush and floss everyone's teeth twice a day, feed them, clean their faces, don't forget to wash behind the ears!! Oh the joys of motherhood, I am sure I wouldn't trade it for the world, I just don't wanna screw it up.
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.
My house is a mess, my laundry is not folded, but my kids are happy and loved, and I suppose that is a tiny speck of perfection in the midst of all my shortcomings.