I wonder...

if I will someday forget what these days are like. I'm not wanting pity, I truly am just wondering if someday I won't remember and I won't empathize with those that have what I "used" to have. The days that you try to do your best at taking care of yourself, your home, your kids, your husband, their needs, the household, outside activities, church, job, friends, family, etc. the days when someone thinks that you didn't do enough or your weren't good enough. The days go by and the things that you thought you were going to get to (phone calls, emails, staying in touch with others) just don't get done. It isn't about not being considerate or forgetting or choosing not to do it. It's about just plain not getting to it. You want to - you thought you would, and you don't. It's about an interruption that you thought was going to take 5 minutes and ends up taking 25 minutes. It's about something not going as smoothly as you thought it was going to. At the end of the day you just have to realize that you can't do everything. The hours for today are gone. Some things will have to be left undone until tomorrow. And then what if tomorrow never gets here... someone will need to be understanding, and not so demanding, and more kind and more tolerant and so much less critical. I'm just wondering.