Bad days
Some days are hard. Some days are REALLY fucking hard!! They seem to test your patience; test your limits and almost break you. I think to myself on these days "I hate my life" and then instantly feel guilty for thinking that. See, I do not hate my life. I say it out of frustration. I have three young kids, and yes I know it was my choice to have them, however, I was also under the impression that I would have someone next to me, here with me to help. So, I have a moment of weakness when I feel overwhelmed with the constant "Mom! Mommy! Mama! Now! Now! NOW!!!! I don't believe I am alone. I know there are others in the same boat, doing this parenting thing all by themselves. I am starting to understand and realize more and more the importance of self care, self love and giving myself grace and showing myself kindness because I am doing this by myself. I am VERY grateful for the friends and family that are still around and have helped and continue to help out!! Without...