So many times, people have told me how much they admire me for being able to "keep it together" or whatever. They think that I'm so strong or so brave or so ...... whatever ..... because I'm a single mom with 5 kids and I'm not in an asylum (yet).
I've got news for you.
I put up a good front sometimes.
The past couple of days have - to put it bluntly - sucked. The kids have not been cooperating, I haven't felt good, and to be totally honest, I just have not been too terribly happy with much of anything around me.
I don't usually put that out here. Why? Am I afraid of being judged for how I feel at times? Yep. Darned right I am. Am I afraid of being criticized? Yep. That too. So I don't usually talk about the bad days.
But you know what? I'm human. And right now, I'm having a crappy time. And it's nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about or anything like that. It's normal.
I've talked about my depression before - so it's not like it's a big secret. For the most part, it's not a big deal. However, for whatever reason, my body has decided to do all sorts of wonky stuff to me, my hormones are in a rage, and I'm just really really moody.
Honestly, I have no real reason to be down. My life is
And as much as I would like to just crawl into bed and hide under the covers or curl up on the couch with Ben & Jerry and the remote, I can't do it because I have 5 little humans that get crankier than normal if I don't pay enough attention to them and feed them and take them to school and stuff like that.
So yeah, I'm not perfect. I'm not WonderMom, I'm not a superhero, I'm not anything special. I'm just a mom who loves to talk about the good days, but doesn't always like to admit that there are bad ones too.
At the same time, I know that the bad days will pass and the good ones are waiting just around the corner - and admitting that there are bad days doesn't make me a bad person.