It is not often that I have a quiet moment in my house. Jeromy took the older kids to get ice cream and Maya is sleeping. You would think I would feel exhilarated, but here I am trying not to cry. The truth is I am feeling overwhelmed. I realize that I use the word overwhelmed way too often. I should save it for times like this, when I understand what the word really means. The days at home with the kids have not been easy lately and it is taking everything within me to cope right now. What's crazy is that I feel like I don't even have a right to feel this way. I have so much support from family and friends, yet I still feel like I am facing something alone. I never would have imagined that it would take so much emotional strength to make it through a day of just being a Mom. I feel inadequate for the job if I am being honest. There are times when I really wish I could just walk out the door and escape for an hour or two. Forget about screaming children, forget about house work, forget about what everyone else needs from me. I know I am not a bad mom for that. In the back of my mind I know that I am doing all that I know how to do, and at the end of the day that is all anyone could ask of me. I am trying to focus on that. I do, however, think I have a right to just take a breath and let a tear fall every now and then. So today, I am. I am feeling fragile.