Some days I just need to breathe, take a step back and just breathe.

The toys on the floor are tripping me, the clothes are hanging out the drawers.

The beds aren’t made, the curtains are shut.

The baby is crying with 4 teeth attempting to emerge at once.

Her pain, is my pain. Her tears are my tears.

I cannot take much more wining.

Please, can Mommy have a break, too?

My days don’t end at 5pm, they last 24/7.

Up at night, up in the morning, every minute is devoted serving.

Please don’t misunderstand, I love my job.

But please, please, can Mommy have a break, too?

Just one minute breathe.