I don't wanna complain, but...

Not only do I have to cook, clean, do laundry, grocery shop, change diapers, read ABC books, get up in the middle of night, clean up throw-up, worry at the ER, find lost shoes, tame tantrums, go to doctor's appointments, shower with the curtain half open and pee with a baby on my knee, I have to go to work all day, five days a week, to earn the meager amount of money that we subsist on. My shoes have holes in them, my clothes have stains, I use rubber bands in my hair instead of hair ties, my bills are all a month or more past due, I eat Ramen Noodles for dinner and wait till the gas tank is on E to fill it up halfway because I don’t have money to fix or replace anything and my daughter comes first when it comes to clothes, shoes and food.

I have to do it ALL BY MYSELF, ALL DAY, EVERY DAY. No one tells me they love me, no one tells me they appreciate me, no one watches the baby so I can run to the store for a forgotten item, I haven't been out of my house past 8 p.m. in over a year unless we're sleeping elsewhere, my house is a mess, my laundry is stacked up and there's trash on the back porch that needs to be taken down. I have no one to discuss the day with, no one to watch TV with, no one to laugh with, no one to fix stuff, no one to kill bugs, no one to lift the heavy stuff, no one to cry with and no one to share a bed with.

But I love my daughter more than life itself and I wouldn't go back and change a single thing I did for her to be here.