Sometimes I struggle to get out of bed in the morning. Not because I didn’t get enough sleep, but because I can’t bear to think about what the day might bring.
Sometimes I struggle with getting dressed. Not because I am in pain, but because I can’t be bothered to care.
Sometimes I struggle with being a mom. Not because I don’t love my kids, but because being a parent is HARD.
Sometimes I struggle with driving my son to school. Not because I don’t want him to go to school, but because I am sure I will get into a car accident.
Sometimes I struggle with grocery shopping. Not because we don’t have the money, but because there are too many people at the store.
Sometimes I struggle with being a good housekeeper. Not because I don’t want a clean house, but because there is not enough time in the day.
Sometimes I struggle with being active. Not because I am lazy, but because I just can’t be bothered.
Sometimes I struggle with being a good friend. Not because I don’t want to see my friends, but because I don’t want to see anyone.
Sometimes I struggle with driving my son to nursery school. Not because he shouldn’t go, but because I might have to interact with people.
Sometimes I struggle with taking my baby for his checkups. Not because I think he doesn’t need them, but because they might ask me how I am.
Sometimes I struggle with being a good wife. Not because I don’t love my husband, but because I am already so frustrated with the rest of the day.
Sometimes I struggle with cooking dinner. Not because I’m not hungry, but because the kids probably won’t eat it anyway.
Sometimes I struggle with going to sleep. Not because I am not tired, but because the weight of the day plagues me.
Sometimes I get out of bed, get dressed, drive my son to school, do the grocery shopping, play with my kids, clean my house, work out, visit with my friends, take my son to nursery school, take my baby to his checkups, give my husband a kiss, cook dinner, and have an early bedtime.
But sometimes I struggle.
Author: Jenn
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