What is wrong with me? When I am home I want to be somewhere else and when I am somewhere else, anywhere else I want to be home. At times I am so attached to my kids that I think I might liquefy with the love I feel for them and then it gets to be too much and I want to hide in my closet, where no one can see me. Then there are times when I am strong and I will do anything to protect my babies, then just a few minutes later I feel as if just one more thing might make me crumble to the ground like a cracked foundation.
I might need a vacation soon, fast, but it is harvest season and football season and volleyball season and last but not least it is time to start hip hopping.......
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