It’s 1 am and I’m crying in my king size bed. The husband is snoring next to me. And I can’t sleep. I’m going through iPhotos. Sob. Sob. Sob.
I’m a bit overwhelmed. Or maybe a lot.
I feel like I can’t get a hold of this pit in my stomach. What is it? My mind is racing, I have too much for my brain to process. And for what?
Why am I so panicked all of a sudden? I hear someone cough upstairs and I immediately think out loud something horrible is about to happen.
This is a mother’s life.