mother and me.

it's the end to another day.
the kind of day that makes me shake my weary head and wonder, "what happened?".
it makes me think of other moms, across the world, down the street.
tucking little bodies into bed, wiping faces, bums. putting food on the table.
the job of a mother is universal.
am I alone in this?
I feel so desperately alone.
but surely, I can't be the only one.
the only one just trying to make it through another day.
the only one not looking forward to tomorrow but simply longing to pull the covers up and sleep.
sleep.
sleep.
sleep. what's that?
or to just sit, uninterrupted, without the pressures of the niggling list of to-dos, should-dos and ought-tos.
it's been such a long time since I've done anything just because I wanted to that I have begun to wonder where I even am...
but then, in the same moment, I chastise my selfishness.
surely there's a middle ground?
surely there's a way to be both MOTHER and ME?