I sit in the parking lot and scroll my phone for ten minutes. I eat a granola bar that has been in my purse for three weeks. I stare at the empty car seat in the rearview mirror.
I begin cooking dinner. Cooking dinner with children is like trying to perform surgery in a mosh pit. They are under my feet. They are asking for snacks while I am chopping onions. The baby is pulling on my pant leg. The smoke alarm goes off because I forgot to open the window. mom pov full
Welcome to my world. Here is the complete, uncensored point of view from the eye of the storm. My alarm is set for 6:15. It is a lie I tell myself every night. I sit in the parking lot and scroll my phone for ten minutes
We are tired. We are stretched thin. We are running on caffeine and guilt. I begin cooking dinner
People ask me, "What do you do all day?"