Being a mom.

Being a mom is hard as fuck. I don't give a shit what anybody says this shit is hard!! Every time I turn around there is a whole ass other load of laundry, my sons broken something, something is missing. It's just always SOMETHING!! I know the moms feel me on this. We want that break we always talk about but once, and even if we get it we instantly regret it because in the back of my head at least I'm thinking "what is he doing?" "I wonder if he even knows I'm gone." It's a constant flow of "Am I good enough" "Am I really strong enough to do this?" It's it just me?? What are your thoughts.