Mama, You’re Not Failing. You’re Just Carrying Too Damn Much.

My ducks are not in a row.

My ducks have scattered.

One is flying over my head.

One is probably sitting on the soccer field.

One just smacked me in the face.

And I'm pretty sure another one is buried underneath the clean laundry I've been meaning to fold since Tuesday.

I'm not writing this because I've figured motherhood out.

I'm writing it because I'm in it too.

I'm overwhelmed too.

Let’s figure out how to swim together!