(picture added for dramatic affect)

i laid in bed last night and it overtook me.

you know,

those feelings of inadequacy.

they always creep in when the lights go out.

i lay there and think about all the things i need to be doing better.

i yell too much.

i need to drink more water.

why can't water taste like diet coke?

why don't i love board games?

the kids would love me to play more games.

i used to love games.

i don't exercise enough.

my kids don't eat enough fruits and veggies.

i have weeds. lots of weeds. i hate weeds.

the kids have crap under their beds. i hate that.

my closet needs to be cleaned out. again.

on and on and on it went.

until a sweet little 6 year old called out to me. momma.

at exactly 12:34 am.

i went and got in her bed and snuggled in with her.

she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered,

"i love you mommy."

and just for that minute,

all seemed right with the world again.

i really should have added "brow wax" to the list.

out.