To the mom who...
has laundry baskets full of all the random detritus that collects around the house. Toys, hair bows, single socks
has wiped unidentifiable substances from her shirt and then gone about her day
is hiding in the bath tub, hoping nobody notices
forgets to take care of herself
wonders why it is so difficult to put on your f&*$ing shoes
keeps extra clothes for her kids in the car, only to realize they are three sizes too small
swears that just this once she’ll be present for her children all day, only to burn out by lunch
threw some popcorn in a bowl and called it dinner
is drowning in to-do lists
is just hoping to hold it together until bedtime
lets the dog clean the floor
To that mom, I say...
I bet you were expecting some sort of motivational speech. But I’ve got nothing