Today I realize how incapable I am of being super mom.
Today I die a little inside at the cruel hands of life, and today I attempt to suck up my weakness and fragility and at least do something.
Today I have so much stuff to do, but most of it can wait.
Today I have kids to feed and a house that can be messy at least one more day.
Today I will give up on everything that’s not important and try to do what I can, which might not be much.
That is the story of today.
There is a possibility of tomorrow being different, which gives me the strength to get through today.