I’m so tired. My body has failed me, my children are insane and my house makes me want to pack a suitcase and leave because the thought of picking up a dustpan will send me into a coma.
Mamas…are you out there? You feel me…all the way down to the bottomless pit of your dark circles and unpedicured troll feet. And my troll feet need a vacay. Preferably alone on a deserted beach somewhere in the South Pacific. I can feel the sand between my toes guys, I’m already there.
And in the midst of it all, we must learn to deep breathe…with the help of strong coffee and perhaps, a donut.