On struggle street. Drowning in chaos. Up shit creek without a paddle. That's me.
I'm doing the best I can. I'm trying to manage the children, this house, the mayhem of everyday life with as much aplomb as I can muster....it's not working.
After the fairytale that was Hubby's and my escape on Friday night we returned on Saturday to reality...and to complete disorganised chaos. I thought I had everything planned to a tee. I thought I had communicated with everyone that I needed to and we could have a brief amount of alone time, time to recoup and just be together. We did just that, but when we returned....let's just say the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan.
So, today I'm flat. I'm disappointed and I'm just a little bit annoyed (a little bit? Let's just say a lot) We won't be doing it again....which is sad. Because we needed it...we really did.
I try to always do the right thing. I really do. I've always gone out of my way to make sure people don't think I'm taking advantage of them. If I make a mistake it is completely accidental. We all make mistakes...it's how we learn, grow and move on.
I don't always live up to expectations. I feel like I'm constantly trying to prove that I'm good enough, I work hard at keeping everyone happy. It's impossible...I know that now.
Today, I feel a little bit broken. Today I feel like I'm in a million pieces.
But tomorrow.....I'll be brave again tomorrow.
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