I'm a one-woman army.
Every day I suit up and go into battle.
I put on my leggings, tee, and a top-knot,
arm me with an arsenal of caffeine and purse-sized snacks,
keep handy some wit for reinforcement,
and don pessimism-proof optimism.
I attack each day with a plan and four backups, and I
And though I might look like a giant piece of one most days, what's more important is that me and mine stay hella' focused on the job we've got to get done, which is not just to survive our days, but to really live them and thrive in a manner that is both true to ourselves and respectful of those around us.
And that kind of high-level behavior control and positive living it's exhausting, and often it leaves this hardworking mama feeling
and wondering where that white towel be at so I can throw it the heck in and
But, alas, there are no clean white towels because I'm behind on the laundry, and thankfully, I can't surrender without one because
And the biggest rule of motherhood is that you never give up;
not on yourself, and sure as hell never on your kids.
I'm a mother, and I'm a one-woman army, and though every day as a parent presents its own unique contests, I come battle-ready -- all day, every day -- 'cause the cost of anything less is far too great.