You’re Invited

It’s time to turn on every fluorescent bulb in the house and aimlessly walk around the house and soak up as many light rays as possible, all in hopes of increasing the serotonin in my brain, which is supposed to “lift my spirits.”  Wait a minute, I already walk around aimlessly.   Yes, today I am having a full fledged pity party.  I think I must have put too much on my plate and begin to doubt every ability I have to be a good mom, to complete my master’s and work and be a housewife. It’s all I can do to keep the laundry pile to a minimum, the dishes out of the sink, the floor free of food crumbs, regurgitated and nonregurgitated hairballs (cats), and toys.  Not to mention cooking, reading and entertaining my children in an attempt to keep tv time to a minimum and here I am blogging.  But 5 minutes is all I need to vent a little to hold on to a bit of sanity.  I know all mommies can sympathize for a mommy is a job within itself.    Sometimes we just need some reassurance.