Mom's Of Texas

Ever wake up and think, “Is this really my life?” You roll over, stare at the ceiling, and realize you’re trapped in a loop — same house, same chores, same morning routine, every single day. You’re the one raising the kids, scrubbing the floors, and holding down the fort while your husband works miles away. The only time you see him is on weekends, and then — snap — Monday hits, and you’re back at square one.

You drag yourself out of bed before the sun even thinks about rising, hustle the kids awake, make sure they’re dressed and fed and don’t miss the bus — because if they do, it’s on you. As soon as that door closes, you’re alone again. The silence is thick, except for the gurgle of the coffee maker and the sight of dishes stacked a foot high — thanks, kids. So you grab a sponge because, of course, it’s “mommy’s turn” to clean…again.

Laundry? Still waiting in the corner, but you can’t start until you feed the dogs and pick up socks and Legos and God knows what else scattered across the floor. By the time you finally sip that coffee, it’s already cold, and you’re dodging a minefield of toys just to make it to the bathroom. You sit down for a second — maybe you can catch your breath — when suddenly there’s a knock at the door. The delivery guy, naturally. You rush to finish, wash your hands, answer the door, and remember — oh, right — the tea you left boiling on the stove.

Now you’ve got a mess, a mystery (when did you even turn the stove on?), and it’s only noon. The phone rings: doctor’s appointments, reminders, endless interruptions. You’re mopping with one hand, juggling phone calls with the other, and somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder: When do I get to take a break before the kids come crashing through the door again?

This isn’t just a day in the life. It’s every day. And you’re still here, holding it all together.