Can I be honest with you? I’m not OK.
I cried every single day last week.
I cried because my daughter was in the middle of a 7-year-old meltdown. I cried because I screamed at my toddler in frustration. I cried because I broke my toe walking down the stairs…who breaks their toe?!?
How many of us thought that we’d be entering month 8 of this “new normal”? In the early days, we were in survival mode, but I never thought I would still be trying to stay afloat several months down the road.
The burnout is REAL.
There are days where it feels like life is unraveling into a deep black hole, with no end in sight.
And I think a lot of us are in the same boat.
Some days I have it together. I pat myself on the back when the kids are bathed, when I have time to make healthy meals and when the house seems in order.
But to be honest, most days I feel like I’m falling apart.
Shove a corn dog in the microwave, let my child play for hours on the iPad. At this point, I don’t care…as long as they give me 5 minutes of silence.
