I pretend to have it all together......but I don't.
I try to be strong.....but I can't.
I keep bending.....but I won't break.
What's important is......I try.
I'm not super.....I'm just a mom....trying to be the best "me" for my kids.
I look at my boys and cry. I cry because they make me happy, but I cry because I'm sad for what they're missing. This isn't how a family lives.
The current state of my house is representative of how I feel right now and I won't let anyone in the door. I need this crazy tangled mess of me to straighten out again. I can't breathe!