I see you sitting on that bathroom floor, with your computer, getting what work done you can, as your 5-year-old shower serenades you with her rendition of "Girl on Fire."

I see you folding laundry as a leftover dinner reheats in the microwave.

I see you cleaning your whole house, knowing full-well, ten minutes from now, it'll look like you never had.

I see you making your to-do list, creating the week's schedule, and scanning it to find where you can squeeze in some 'me time.'

I see you sitting with your Sunday evening anxiety, wondering how the upcoming week will flow and if you'll ever find yours.

I see you, mama, and I just wanna tell you, you're doing really great.