At bedtime the other night, my boys asked me, "Mom, why don't you laugh anymore?"
I try so hard to keep it together on the outside, but when I'm home with the people I love most, my comfort zone, I let them see all the ugly stuff.
And the sad thing is, I don't even realize it. I guess I could blame the chaos of the move; but honestly, if it wasn't the move, I would probably find something else to blame. There's always something else, right?
I want my kids to remember me as a happy mom.
Time to go back and read this again.