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
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.