I feel just like that painting....

Collecting dust on the wall. Everyday they walk right by me, and dont realize I'm there at all.

When your kids are babies... their parents are their everything the universe the air they breathe.

When your kids start to gain independence they also begin to have their own ideas, thoughts and want to be in control. You are no longer what makes the earth turn, they realize this and forget, that even though you are not the air they breathe ....you brought them into this world....you care for them wwhen they are sick, love them when they tell you they hate you, that you feed them and work your butt off every day to provide a roof over thier heads and many more needs.

They just hear no they can't get new shoes today and think your horrible. Like you just don't understand. I don't.

Day in and day out id love to sleep in. I get up and go to work. My feet ache, id like to sit. I make dinner do laundry clean house and run them all over town. Im tired and would like to go to sleep early, but I stay up getting everything ready for tomorrow, rub their back or get drinks of water.

It sucks to feel so unappreciated. Most days it'ss awesome being a mom....watching them grow, learn and become awesome people....to be honest though, ssome days it just sucks.

Somedays I think I want tto give up. But I don't. I forgive and forget and I try to make tomorrow better than today.

Maybe they'll notice me now. Maybe they'll open their eyes.

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