Today is one of those days where I feel it is necessary to preface that I love my children because I'm going to be honest.
I know there are stronger women than I out there.
But there are days I. just. can't.
The desire to run away is strong.
I feel like I'm drowning.
There is a permanent lump in my throat. Tears are bound to flow at a moments notice.
I cry out for Jesus to just help me. Hold me. I feel weak, impotent, spent.
I don't want to hear the whines, screams or crying. I don't want to be touched, pulled, kicked or peed on.
Laundry mounts, sinks are full and everywhere I turn are goldfish crumbs.
You've seen those hallmark movies or read the books, right? Where the mother flees the scene? We gasp and say we could never.
I empathize. I feel that mother, because today? I. just.can't.
My precious husband knows. He hands me the keys as I peel out of the driveway. He offers me a hotel room away, the bed to myself.. so I can recoup. So I can just think. Pray. Reflect without the noise.
Mamas. I feel you. Take a moment.
Look up. He's got you.