Yesterday, I was juggling way too many things and today it was no different. The one part work, the one part my mom in the hospital, the one part the baby and the waves of how that is being played out, and a never ending to do list, I just about became apoplectic at mid day. I can’t do it all. I’m not a one woman show! And I realized that everything I had been telling the birthmother about how people always rely on her to be strong and now that she needs help she a) doesn’t know how to ask for it, and b) no one knows how to give it to her.
Big fucking duh.