Sometimes I look around and I wonder why I can’t seem to get it together. The laundry isn’t quite complete, the counters aren’t quite clean enough, I sometimes skip bath night, and dinner often consists of instant mashed potatoes and a quick marinade chicken.
My kids yell for clean pants and my husband hollars for clean underwear. I ponder what the nights “fend for yourself” meal will consist of, and I hang my head in shame. Why can’t I be “that” woman?
I ask myself all the time why I lack the motivation to be the mother I should be. I don’t throw these big wonderful birthday parties, I cancel play dates, I struggle to make it to work, and the dishes are my teenagers job. Again, why can’t I be “that” woman?
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