Just keep swimming....

Barely floating

robbing peter to pay paul

this has become our new life since I began school.

I have no energy

I'm always exhausted

The house is a wreck

I'm doing to best that I can, or am I?

Why can't I just push through the exhaustion?

Irrational thoughts of how I'm supposed to be supermom,

where is she, this supermom?

She doesn't yell

She doesn't have piles of laundry

She doesn't have piles of bills, praying they can be paid

She doesn't have dirty dishes stacked on the counter

Her superman isn't exhausted because he's trying to help her

Her superman doesn't have to help, she's supermom

Funny thing is

Supermom doesn't exist.

We as women beat ourselves to hell and back

because we aren't perfect, our kids aren't perfect,

our home isn't always sparkling

and we're not always perky with our hair and makeup always on.

I hope my kids are happy.

I know we're going to make it through this, we will.

We have to.

I can't wait for the day that I won't have to miss a baseball game

to study.

I can't wait for the day to take them out to practice

or whip up a treat (last minute) for school

without worrying about a test.

This is a test for our family.

I always pray that we're making the right decisions.