I had a rough mothering day yesterday. Babe number three still takes me to my absolute limits and yesterday I fell off the edge. edit...there are pieces of me that come out, and I have to get myself in control of this. I love my children so much. I want them to know every second.
My husband has been gone all summer. I have never had him home all that much. I do this alone. Almost always. But this summer has been even harder. He is working these bad storms we've had and is only home now on Sundays. We see him once a week. Night and day, I take care of this gaggle alone and it is wearing me down. ...and I have no AC! Lovely 100 degree days with no cooling, a tired mama, still unpacking, an absurdly hyper and spirited toddler, no husband and I am feeling so defeated.
a little side note, after reading so many comments. I didn't mean to make this sound so sad, it was merely where I was coming from while making this art! Thank you all for your kind words.