To The Tired Moms
Hey there. Yeah you. I see you. I see the tiredness in your eyes. I see the stress on your body. I see you trying to be the best Mom out there. I see you trying to drink just one cup of HOT coffee in the morning before you have to make breakfast or tell your kid to stop screaming at 8 in the morning. I see you getting upset because its only 11AM and you have told your child for the 500th time to not do something. I see you trying to not lose your patience because your kid wont listen; so you turn the T.V. on yet again just to get a little peace. I see you looking in the mirror and hating your body. I see you wondering how your husband still loves you. I see you wishing you had your 21 year old body again and thinking that you thought you were ugly then; but wishing you looked half as good now as you did at 21. I see you running around the house doing laundry-that never seems to end, scrubbing the bathrooms, scrubbing the floors, doing dishes that also never seem to end. Who knew you ...