motherhood. it’s like playing a 20 year game of capture the flag on a mine field that opposing sides are using as a paintball battleground. you never know when you’ll get ambushed, blindsided, hit from all sides or step on a massive explosion that takes your feet out from under you, leaving you flat on your back wondering how the hell your well planned life has turned into a nightmare you created yourself and can’t explain to anyone but every other mother knows it in that look of battle fatigue behind their glazed and puffy eyes.
now while this war is raging all day and all night, try showering, making dinner, cleaning the house, instilling values and providing life coaching, helping with homework, creating family memories, arranging vaccinations and dental appointments, and making sure you have no baby vomit or feces in your hair by the time your husband gets…
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