I can and I will still be a mother. Even from the couch
I’m on the couch again and the kids need me.
I feel frustration, I feel shame. But most of all I just feel tired.
I’m lying down, drained of all energy, limited in mobility.
The kids are whining, asking me to prepare their sandwiches, find their uniform shirts. Mommy, can you turn on the bath for me? What are you making for dinner? We were supposed to go shopping today. Aren’t we going to the park? Remember to iron my shirt for Rosh Chodesh, please!
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