Do you ever feel like in order to make life work you have to dance? I don't mean a joyful outburst of movement, but more the painful process of people pleasing, errand running, child chasing, and ass kissing throughout the day so you can go to bed at night and hope that you haven't let someone down?
I wouldn't trade my life for anything- but it hurts my heart to know that in order to keep everyone else happy I must sacrifice my own happiness and well being. Just a life in the day of a Mommy.
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