I wish I could write you a letter.

But I have.

And sometimes it hurts to BREATHE.

To know the truth of the world we live in. To face the daily struggle that is parenthood in all its lice-ridden, ailing-dog, money-stealing reality.

To know that Failure begins with a capital F and follows me every turn I take. A teacher, a mother, a wife, a leader, a human.

Why is it so hard to be a human?

That’s all for today. And some lice and torn-ACL puppy pics for good measure.