A Life on Repeat

My head is pounding. My neck is stiff. And, my eyes are cursing at me, wondering why I am on the computer. But here I am. I haven’t written in months (cue the record player to repeat). I feel as though I am accomplishing nothing within my life. So, I figured if I wrote then I could pat myself on the back. I don’t know who I am anymore. Yes, a mother and a wife. But, is it bad to say I am tired of being a stay-at-home mom? I…

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