Today I woke up feeling horrible.
I struggled to get out of bed and to send my kids off to school before collapsing back into bed.

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.