I've reached my breaking point...again.
I desperately need to escape, if only for a few days. But I know it can't happen. There are messes to clean, meals to cook, laundry to wash, and children who need a little guidance and a lot of love and attention.
I'm tired. I'm lonely. I'm broke (financially). I'm broken (emotionally). And I'm under more stress than I ever thought I could survive.
But I'll wake up tomorrow and take care of business as always. Because somebody has to do it.