Every once in a while, I just have one of those days.
It has nothing to do with the kids. No, this is not a whine fest about what I wish they would or wouldn’t do. The kids are busy being kids, and for that I will never fault them.
I’m talking about those days when emotion overwhelms me, for reasons I can’t quite describe.
When the to-do list threatens to completely occupy my thought process.
When the long-term goals become short-term obsessions.
When the laundry piles up, the shopping needs to be done, and kitchen drawers could really use some organizing.
Every once in a while, I have one of those restless days, powerless to quiet the racing thoughts.
Call it overwhelmed. Call it exhaustion. Call it mom guilt.
Call it all of the above.
Once in a while, those days just happen…