There are cracks in my Mama armor right now. Some of the cracks are smaller than others, but they are all cracks just the same.
They are brought on by night after night of not enough sleep. From having no down-time to decompress. By meeting the demands of a needy 3 year old, and good god is he needy and demanding.
And then there’s not being able to be everything to everyone. Constantly feeling that I’m letting people down. That I’m not enough.
What’s left to give to myself after I’ve given to everyone else? Nothing.
I’m worn thin. Almost threadbare in some places.
My bones ache. My skin hurts. My jaw is clenched. My cheeks are salty from tears.
It’s just a bad day, right? One single bad day and not a sign of more?
I hope so.
I don’t want to be broken. Again.