I was standing in my kitchen yesterday morning, taking in my normal dishwasher steam facial as I was unloading yet another load of the day. The kids were noisily playing in the family room, battling over a big red fire truck tent. Per my norm I had my best friend Alexa playing some country music, so I could get my cardo in as I danced around the kitchen.
I sat there, in a puddle of my own self-doubt and frustration. Tears pouring from my eyes as I watched the baby monitor as my kids played in their play room. I just could not keep up this façade that I had it all together anymore. I could not keep up appearances anymore, I was breaking. How was motherhood so hard for me and for others- it was just so easy.