I remember growing up and thinking about how great motherhood would be. I always pictured I'd have the luxury of staying home and I'd get to spend the day baking or doing some other great mom thing. I know that a lot of moms don't have that life and so I'll snap out of pity mode eventually but today I'm just wanting to let friends know it's hard. I guess I don't feel like I'm measuring up to what I expect of myself, and maybe it's just me, but I almost feel I can see it in Ella's eyes. Like I said, she'd rather be with anyone but me.
I'm frustrated with myself because I don't feel like I'm where I should be in life. I feel like I'm behind and will never catch up. Friends that I go to church with are just a few years older than me and they have two to four kids, stay at home, and own nice homes. What am I doing wrong? Why do I still live in my parents basement? Some days I have these feelings and it's very hard to overcome them. I know I shouldn't compare myself to others and that truly you never really know what others are going through even if everything looks perfect, but some days it's just hard.

















