Tonight, I’m tired…
I’m tired of the laundry. I’m tired of “momming.” I’m tired of having full responsibility of my children. I’m tired of making sure that everyone’s fed. I’m tired of making sure that everybody’s teeth have been brushed. I’m tired of making sure that everybody has lunch for tomorrow. I’m tired of politics. I’m tired of this pandemic. I’m tired of hurricanes in the gulf. I’m tired of my children falling and getting hurt. I’m tired of bath time. I’m tired of bedtime. I’m tired of reading stories. I’m tired of cleaning the house. I’m tired of watching what I eat. I’m tired of driving everywhere. I’m tired of carpool. I’m tired of waiting for the bus. I’m tired of waking up early. I’m tired of going to sleep late. I’m tired of the constant worry. I’m tired of being the mom that loses her composure and yells. I’m tired of kids not listening. I’m tired of hearing kids fight and scream and yell. I’m tired of putting kids in car seats and making sure that everybody safe. I’m tired of being an adult. I’m tired of my husband‘s job. I’m tired of planning activities to keep everyone busy. I’m tired of feeling like a constant burden. I’m tired of planning for the next day. I’m tired of social media. I’m tired of people’s opinions. I’m tired of having to have an opinion. I’m tired of expectations. I’m tired of deadlines. I’m tired of having to tell everyone what to do. I’m tired of the Roomba not pulling his damn weight. I’m tired of feeling guilty and ungrateful because life seems like so much sometimes.
I’m tired of *ALL* the things.
Now with all of that out in the open…
I will start tomorrow with a brand new attitude because I know somewhere, someone is praying for the life I lead and the blessings I have. I’ll get up in the morning and thank God for my children and my responsibilities because I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ll wake up and wash the laundry and pick up the toys. I’ll make the decisions and I’ll probably yell. I’ll turn that damn Roomba on and probably cuss at it when it gets stuck under the same cabinet as usual. And when I lay my head down tomorrow, I’ll be tired as a mother but I will know I am blessed. I will pray for the women who struggle to conceive or who have sent their child to Heaven way too early. I will be thankful for my blessings and start a new day. In the morning, I will give myself grace and start fresh. I will try not to feel guilty and instead feel grateful.
