As I sat there being so mad because my oldest thought it was a good idea to pee in my room on my wall, my 3 year old repeating everything I said to his older brother and my braking down because at 6 months pregnant that just happens. I realized that I am all they care about. So I had to write my feelings out.... 

I am a mom I struggle to be my best, I have my problems that I am trying my hardest to fix. I have my bad days and I have my good days. I have times when my kids make me absolutely bat shit crazy. I have times I just want to walk away and throw in the white flag. But I don't... I don't because deep down under all the frustration and anger I have building up, I realize that I grew those boys in me. I held them when they got sick for the first time. I kiss those scrapped up knees. I snuggle those boys to sleep at night. I am their everything because I am their MOM and they love me even with my imperfections and some days I don't think they even see them.