If you were to peer inside my house just 5 minutes ago, you would have seen me curled up in a ball on my futon. I would have been sobbing onto a ball of yarn beside my 4 winter tires that haven't quite made it down the stairs from Monday. My kids were sitting watching "Mighty Machines" and I was worried that I would forever scar them. Other moms are teaching their 2 year olds how to read, whittle, and get into the olympics, and I couldn't even handle the thought that I had to feed my kids.
I know today will probably be a washout in the scheme of things, and I hope that my kids don't remember this and feel abandoned. But I have to hold on to the thought that tomorrow will be better, or I wont be able to get up and move on. Maybe today seems like I am lost and alone, but I know my husband is there to help. My kids love me too, no matter how much my son refuses to say it, because I put him for a nap.
So yes, today sucks, but I will get up. Until then, can someone come do my dishes?
I know today will probably be a washout in the scheme of things, and I hope that my kids don't remember this and feel abandoned. But I have to hold on to the thought that tomorrow will be better, or I wont be able to get up and move on. Maybe today seems like I am lost and alone, but I know my husband is there to help. My kids love me too, no matter how much my son refuses to say it, because I put him for a nap.
So yes, today sucks, but I will get up. Until then, can someone come do my dishes?