I let myself go there, and I never let myself go there. The critics in my life would say to toughen up. You made your bed, so lie in it. I could hear their voices resounding. But all I really needed was a hand on my back, and a voice calmly saying that everything would be okay.
And of course, everything is okay.
Being a mother is a thankless job. Nothing can prepare you for the day-in and day-out grind of it all. Of course, I wouldn't trade it for anything. My sweet girl is more than worth it. I just think that sometimes you have to step back and take it all in. It is a hard job. The hardest of all jobs. And I think it's okay to acknowledge that from time to time.
But for today, I keep plugging along. I get dressed. I brush my teeth and fix my hair. And I keep moving.
I just keep moving.
*I must add that Jason offered several times to take her this morning, but I wouldn't let him. He had a possible surgery this morning. And who wants a sleep deprived parent operating on their foot? He's a good husband.