Sometimes motherhood sucks ass.
Some days it’s hard to even take care of yourself let alone small humans too. Mental health is ridiculous. Either no one talks about it or it’s some poetic nonsense.
Depression fucking sucks. It’s sitting on the couch crying because your house is a disaster and you know it needs to be cleaned but you can’t. For whatever reason you can’t.
It’s wishing like hell anyone will stop by to say hi and just chat and hang out with you for 10 minutes to break up the monotony that is stay at home life, but hating it when someone does because your house doesn’t look like a magazine.
It’s telling your kids, who are really too old for naps, to go lay down so you can get just 30 minutes of peace to yourself. But that never works because the whole time they are coming out and asking questions about when can they get up and play or can they do quiet time until you finally give in and say just get up.
It’s feeling like a piece of shit knowing your husband busts his ass day in and day out practically working dark to dark just to make ends meet and knowing you’ve barely done anything all day.
You are not alone though. Never alone. We feel you and we are there for you. Mamas, and Dads, I am here for you. I understand. Sometimes you just don’t even want to talk to anyone about it because what do you even say? How do you get through this? When does it get better?
I just look at a dandelion and make a wish because at least for that moment I have a tiny bit of magic that will hopefully help. I have hope. I have faith. It has to get better.