What's the point of making this soup?!
My kids would rather have cereal than this homemade soup! What's the point of even folding this laundry? My kids will just pull it out of the drawers. What's the point of cleaning my floors? They are just going to get dirty again. Why even make up my bed? The kids will just destroy it. What's the point in all of this nonsense? What's the point of me picking up these shoes for the millionth time? They are just going to be scattered again. What's the point in even trying to fix supper? What's the point is all of this?! This is my path. On a daily basis, I feel so defeated as a mom, wife, and teacher. PLEASE never come to my house unexpectedly. I might have a heart attack. I feel like I should "have it altogether." Let me tell you that I DO NOT. I let the enemy beat me up every single day. "You really stink keeping your kids in line. You really cannot teach. You are not cut out for this. You are a terrible wife for not being
