Sometimes the things I think will be hard aren't really as difficult as my mind makes them out to be. Being the only adult around a lot of the time, I have had to test this theory quite a bit. I manage to get the garbage out on time every week. I can put three kids to bed at night with relative ease. I can go to the grocery store with three kids in tow. I can make all the meals and do all the dishes. I can even handle all the yardwork.
Sometimes I feel like I can't do it. This is never going to work.
Most of the time I realize I have a choice. Am I going to be awesome today? Am I going to focus on what is right, on what I can do, on all that I have already accomplished? Most of the time I make the right choice.
Sometimes I wake up and all I want to do is cry.