**I apologize in advance for the rambling jumpy nature of this post. I'm writing it through a haze of frustration, fog-like mental health struggle. I felt the need to post it flaws and all**
There never seems to be enough time in the day to give everyone what they want. Being tired or just wanting to be alone isn't good enough. I feel like my only reason for living is to do and be whatever someone else needs me to be. Now I do love my family fiercely however I'm sick of not being able to feel or be something other than MOM without judgment or guilt. I hate that in order to express my true feelings I always have to inject in there somewhere 'I really do love my family' like actually having feelings that are not all roses and sunshine somehow means I hate my life and I don't love my family.
I love my boys with every fiber of my being but that doesn't mean they don't act like bratty idiots sometimes hell I act like a bratty idiot sometimes its human nature.