When you bite off too much to swallow. It’s an incredible uneasy realization. Knowing that you aren’t physically or mentally capable of finishing a task that you had told someone that you would do. It’s a pretty defeating feeling.
I’ve always been that person who has juggled everything seemingly with ease. Lately though, my juggling has increased from just a few small balls, to lots of big heavy ones.
It was bound to happen, dropping one the balls so that I may continue to safely juggle the rest.
I guess that’s what you call motherhood.