Everything I have is for you. For them.
Stretched. Pulled in a million directions.
Laundry piles to the ceiling.
Dishes teetering, willing to tumble and crash.
Bathroom dirt that scares the boogey man.
Backyard missing the tombstone to finish "the look".
Vehicle that begs to be bathed as often as the children.
Front yard that decieves the world of the chaos within.
My time is limited and I feel chronically overwhelmed.
Pushed to my breaking point from the moment I wake to the moment I pass out.
Almost every day naptime and bedtime are a blessing, every thing in between a curse.
I know I'm blessed, but I can't catch my breath.
I need some time away, to read, to run, to work on me.
Each day is more of a struggle than the last.
I try to tell myself and believe, "This too shall pass".