Today, I lost it. Not dramatically. Not in a “someone call for backup” kind of way. But in that quiet, simmering, “I cannot answer one more question or clean one more thing without crying” kind of way. The house was loud. The dishes were piled. Someone needed a snack again. Another one was melting down…

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…

By Lizzie @ What Makes My Kid Cry Today Real Life. Real Laughs. Real Jesus. Let’s talk about it. The moment when your child is lying face down on the kitchen floor because you peeled the banana “the wrong way,” and you are holding it together with the frayed shoelace of your last nerve. You…