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When I Say I Need a Break, it’s Because I am Breaking

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When I say I need a break—

I’m not saying I don’t love my family.

I’m saying going to the toilet with an audience, every time, can get tiresome.

When I say I need a break—

I’m not saying I wish I didn’t have children.

I’m saying it would be nice to put on makeup and feel good without prying foundation out of someone’s tiny hand.

When I say I need a break—

I’m not saying I want a holiday—even though one would be nice.

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I’m saying a shower without having to run out because of crying or have someone’s head pushed against the screen. Shaving my lady bits without an audience would be ace.

When I say I need a break—

I’m not saying I need to get out more, I’m saying it would be nice to not have the mental load of it all.

When I say I need a break, it’s because I am breaking.

I need a moment to be me. That’s not on borrowed time. Without the responsibility, the pressure and without the guilt.

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I need to feel like me, just for a moment. That’s what I mean when I say I need a break—I need a break from being needed, so I can just feel like me.

So I can put my pieces back together and become stronger and be the mother I want to be.

 
 
 
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Laura Mazza

Laura Mazza is an Australian mother of 3 children aged 5, 3 and 1. When she is not looking after the chaos at home she is writing about it. And on her days off she works as a social worker.

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