There are Times.

Being a mother is hard sometimes. Being a homemaker is hard sometimes. Running a home is hard sometimes. And sometimes, doing all three really sucks (pardon my language)

There are days when it feels like no one appreciates what you do. There are days when it's even worse and you feel like no one respects what you do. And you're just tired. Tired of the messes that appear instantaneously in the exact spot you just cleaned. Tired of the screaming, and the crying. Tired of feeling like you want to scream... and cry.

There are times when you wish that just once someone would show up unexpectedly at your house and it would be clean. Just once. Instead of people always showing up when it's not. And you laugh it off, and you apologize, but there are times you think "I bet they don't believe me when I say it was just barely clean."

There are days when you are tired of people judging you. Tired of thinking people judge you. Tired of worrying about what others think. There are days when you're tired of judging yourself.

There are times when you wish time would just slow down and let you catch your breath. There are times when you wish time would slow down and let you keep your little girl , just right here in this little moment. And then there are the uncountable times when you wish you could just go back and do it all over again, but this time do it better. Do it the way you thought you would do it before you got in the way. Be the mom, the wife, the home maker you thought you were going to be, instead of the reality of the one you are.

There are days when it just all boils to a head, all the stress, all the frustration, all the fatigue, all the loneliness, all the insecurity, all the guilt... yeah, all the guilt.

I'm just saying, sometimes there are those times. Sometimes.
And sometimes, it's comforting to know that others have those times as well, because other people do.
And maybe they don't.
But I know that there are times that I sure do.