Today I read this post on mom’s getting real, feeling like failures, and coming together. Do you ever cry? Do you ever want to? Let your voice be heard.
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I’m Suzanne Parker. Wife to Matt. Homeschooling mama to 5 kiddos. I'm a woman of many contradictions. You can read why I do all I do here. Please leave me a comment - I really do LOVE to hear from you! 
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Crying happens far too often for me lately.
I had a meltdown two nights ago…and after a perfectly good day, too! Then the next morning, woke to miss all our hair appointments, arrived at work late, then had three patients be so sweet that I burst into tears in front of each of them, barely holding it together for all the rest! I AM A COMPLETE MESS!!! 
I wish I could go back to the old me that would rarely cry…was able to take on anything head-on and tackle it. Where did she go…
Girl, I also linked back to this post of hers, several days ago. It moved me. It changed me. I love it.
Hey, no one is perfect.
Yes, I cry. I scream. Sometimes I go in my room, just to take deep breaths to regroup. I love my kid but–geesh– sometimes they drive me NUTS. Oh, and I have dirty dishes in my sink. And my laundry is piled up. And, meanwhile, I rearranged all of my bookcases because I knew it would be more soothing to sort stacks of colored books than to clean the kitchen.
Oh and…. ahem… I don't always get along with my husband either. I know that's on the “do not blog about” privacy list, but I thought I'd just add that, too. I adore him and he's great, most of the time. I wouldn't trade him for the world (must put in my “get out of jail free card,) but we fight like every other couple. Everything that is portrayed as perfect, isn't always. We've gone through loss, depression, financial distress, mood swings, you name it. We always come out on top, and further along in our relationship, but sometimes the path is hard. And I think that is normal.
I bet God has a beautiful stained glass window to make of your broken
pieces. A work of art He couldn't have made with the old “you”.
yeah, ahem.. i don't have a perfect married relationship either. still
trying to get that series of posts together in my head. someday…
Thanks for the heads up – I left my 'real mom' comment. Seems the hormones have been hard on my patience and loving mothering lately, and I don't expect that to let up any time soon. Glad to know other moms are living it day-to-day too!
it is good to know. it is hard, girl. especially where you are right now.
and there is comfort and sharpening in numbers. may we find both in one
another.
most definitely! it has been a weepy couple of weeks.
i love you marshie!
Yep. But I'm one of these people who can't cry in front of anyone else…not even my husband. So I carry it around like a weight all day, and then cry at night, very quietly, while everyone else is asleep.
oh, paula, that makes me so sad. i wish i could lift some of your weight.
I get stuck in a cycle of depression and hate it. It is always worse in the winter time. I'm not on any anti-depresants. *gasp* I used the medication word. It's hard for me to want to take a pill to make my world look better. The hard parts are always still there. *sigh* I've not found anything that works for me anyway. Evreything makes me soooo sleeeeepy I can not function.
Thanks for the post. It was good to read the article she wrote.
Take care,
Amy
Yes I cry over small things I cry over big things I cry.
I get stuck in a cycle of depression and hate it. It is always worse in the winter time. I'm not on any anti-depresants. *gasp* I used the medication word. It's hard for me to want to take a pill to make my world look better. The hard parts are always still there. *sigh* I've not found anything that works for me anyway. Evreything makes me soooo sleeeeepy I can not function.
Thanks for the post. It was good to read the article she wrote.
Take care,
Amy
Yes I cry over small things I cry over big things I cry.