A bad day in MommyLand.

The end of the day and
the lights are all off
The fan is on, and its breeze
is relaxing.
As relaxing as this moment can be.
Scratch marks in her shoulder are
a reminder
of the defeat she feels.
Always fighting,
never listening.
Her children are winning.
What happened to her cute babies?
Rolly and drooly and perfect?
Snuggly and soft and warm.
She sits on her bed and sighs
Overwhelmed
Scared
Alone
Not knowing what to do, or
how to win
this battle.