Sometimes I pretend the mountain of sand my kids track in is a beach on a deserted island.
Sometimes I pretend we stick to 30 minutes of screen time daily.
I pretend I’m the one in charge here.
Sometimes I pretend if I close my eyes and can’t see them, then they can’t see me.
I pretend folding laundry is fulfilling.
I pretend I will always have babies.
Sometimes I pretend I’m developing a harmless and comfortable ailment that, nonetheless, will require an overnight vacation to the hospital.
I pretend I have it all under control, but really I’m 83% shambles and 17% nailing it.
Sometimes I pretend soaking my feet in my kids’ bath water is a relaxing spa treatment.
Sometimes I pretend I’m doing “work” on my phone, when I’m playing Candy Crush.
Sometimes I pretend I’m cherishing every moment, especially the one when my husband was out of town and my 2 year old, my 8 month old, and I all got the stomach flu.
Sometimes I pretend there’s no ache in my heart from raising happy humans, capable enough to leave me someday.
It's Hard to be a Human 