My mind is fuzzy and my thoughts trail off in incomplete sentences.
Sometimes I put on make up.
Sometimes I forget to eat.
Bedtime is never and always.
Three little people to keep alive.
Not enough hours in the never ending day.
The same routine over and over and over.
With a baby smile, a fleeting sunbeam, a wild bear hug, and an, “I love you, Mom. You’re the prettiest Mom I ever seen,” to make it worth it.
This is life.