Tired woman equals emotional mom.
Tired woman equals angry mom.
Tired woman equals quiet mom.
Tired woman equals overwhelmed mom.
She won’t stop getting in trouble.
She won’t stop asking a million questions.
She won’t stop asking me for her things.
She won’t stop pushing my buttons.
Trying to keep order in all this chaos.
Trying to make decisions for three lives.
Trying to maintain my composure.
Trying to make sense of it all but can’t.
Hoping I’m doing the right thing.
Hoping this promise of a better future is real.
Hoping my plans are what God wants for me.
Hoping my fears will not consume me.
Perhaps she senses my fear.
Perhaps she doesn’t understand the chaos.
Perhaps she is trying to make sense of it too.
Perhaps she simply needs me to hold her.
We’ll be ok, she and I.
We’ll find a way to keep what we have left.
We’ll be ok all three of us.
We’ll find a way to save our little family.
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Contents written: September 15 2016
Originally published: September 15 2016
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