I'm so d### tired of pretending everything's fine. You ever feel like you're drowning in laundry, bills, noise and no one notices? My husband comes home, eats, zones out, and asks why I'm “in a mood.” In a mood? I’ve been in the trenches all day with three kids who argue like it’s a sport and somehow manage to destroy a clean house in under 10 minutes. I don’t need flowers. I need HELP. Real, consistent, “I see you and I got this” kind of help. Not another passive-aggressive “you could’ve asked.” G##, I miss being just me, not just “mom.”