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.
My world right now consists of the sound of tiny feet running across my kitchen floor, the endless train of snacks, and the busy bushel of activity. I’m a mom of two young kids. We live our life around meals and nap time. We are full of energy and activity.
Over the course of the last week, I have felt that so many people around me have forgotten what those days are like. The burn out I experience, the never-ending challenges I face, and the pure fact that I’m trying by best.