What Makes My Kids Cry Today

This morning I cried in the laundry room.
Not a soft, poetic tear — a full-body, silent scream kind of cry.
Because someone spilled milk on the floor I just mopped,
someone else said they hated toast today (even though they loved it yesterday),
and I realized I had been up for three hours but hadn’t sat down once.

Welcome to Mommy Meltdown Monday.

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🤯 Because Sometimes the Reset Button Is Missing

Mondays hit different when you’re the mom.
There’s no slow start, no extra sleep, no clean kitchen.
Just packed lunches, missing shoes, spilled coffee, and that weird sticky spot on the floor you still haven’t found the source of.

Sometimes the meltdown comes from the kids.
But sometimes?
It’s from us.

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📖 But Here’s What I’m Learning (Again):

“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” —Matthew 11:28

Jesus doesn’t wait for us to calm down before He draws near.
He meets us in the middle of the meltdown — mascara-streaked, throat-tight, and surrounded by chaos.

Rest doesn’t always look like naps or bubble baths.
Sometimes it’s a quiet breath in the laundry room and the whisper,

“Lord, I can’t. But You can.”

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🙏 Prayer for the Mama Who’s Done (but Not Really):

God, I’m tired. Not just physically — heart-tired.
Remind me I’m not holding this whole family together.
You are.
Give me grace for the mess, patience for the people, and peace for the Monday. Amen.

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💛 If You’re Crying in the Laundry Room Too…

You’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
You’re a mom doing sacred work in the middle of a messy life.

And that meltdown?
It doesn’t mean you’re failing.
It just means you’re human.
Still loved. Still called. Still held.