There are days where I’ve wanted to run.
Some days I can’t even breathe.
There’s so much on my plate. Kids, bills, work, cleaning at home, then ALL those little things.
The kids exhaust me. At times I feel like they do it on purpose.
Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom.
Does it end? Truth is I don’t want it too. They are growing up too fucking quick. But at the same time, will it stop?
Then I get to my point where I say something and walk away.
As I walk, I instantly think: ” Fuck I’m a bad mother, I didn’t mean it I just need time to breathe.”
Omg what if I damaged them because they have a damaged mommy.
Sometimes when I can’t breathe I think of the “what could’ve been.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a damn good mom, but I am only human.
And I know you parents out there think like this sometimes. I can’t be the only one.
But when I come home from work, I say the I love you’s and the I missed you’s, but I just need to take one second.
One second for myself.
It’s not wrong to ask for that sometimes. If that’s what I need to do for MYSELF to be a good mom then I shall.
Like I’ve said, I feel like I need to run, but that wouldn’t benefit anyone. My family is my world…my life.
So instead we are all going to run.
Destin, Florida, we are coming soon.