when the 11 year old is crying because he can't figure out his math homework, and I am a terrible teacher and can't seem to explain it to him.
when the 3 year old is cry because he needs "yapstick" because his lips are burning because he refuses to stop licking them. and I can't find the damn chapstick even though I know it's in my purse somewhere and I dump everything out and look over and over before I realize it's in my pocket.
when the house is a mess, the bathroom smells like pee, and my day off is almost over so there is no time to clean.
when work stress creeps into my home life and I lie awake at night thinking of things I didn't do, I need to do or I should have done.
when "mom" is the only sound I hear. over. and over. and over.
when the sound of my children fighting (again) makes me want to scream
when I am tired. and stressed. and easily angered. and on the verge of tears.
These are the days I miss mom the most. The days when I need to hear her voice. For her to say I am good enough, that I am a good mom. That it's normal that I want to quit my job and run away. That everything will be ok, tomorrow will be better.
