Let's just say that yesterday going into today has been a BAD. I've been feeling bogged down with this whole parenthood thing. I feel as though I have no freedom, no identity and no time. My husband on the other hand still has some semblance of a life and an identity. He works 40+ a week(god love him for that) and he also gets to go and play in a band at least once if not twice a week. Bottom line is I'm jealous of someone who just gets to up and go out and have a good time and call it "band practice." See I was/am in a bad spot right now and here's my ode to motherhood from last night:
I am a servant
Serving everyone's needs, but my own
Some would call me a wife, or a mother
I call myself confused....
I have lost my identity
and fight for scrapes of who I am on a daily basis
I hope for more clarity in the future
I feel weak at the prospects of what is
or what will be
There is no "perfect" in the world.
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