This morning I literally cried. Cried because I was so tired. Cried because I felt as if I was failing as a mom. Failing because I was so tired I couldn’t see straight. All 3 littles were up and down throughout the night. Hubby was snoring so bad and also up and down, but never was up for the kids. And today was the girls first day of preschool, I should be excited, but I couldn’t even focus on more than not crying.
Sometimes being a mom is the absolute hardest job in the world. Only other moms know what I’m saying. But I had to keep moving forward. Keep my smile on, keep my cool(as best I can), be positive, be caring, be the momma I want to be. But I still cried. Alone so no one could see, because I always need to be strong. Even when I’m not.
American Made Momma 