I'm just tired.
Not only in the sense that I'm sleepy but just tired.
Laundry is all over the place. I can't keep up with it. No matter what.
Piles and piles of paperwork, kids artwork, and things to put somewhere, anywhere.
Dishes, dishwasher, make coffee.
Stop looking at social media, focus.
There is so much work to be done for my actual job. If I sit here for a few hours until midnight, I'll still be not done.
Get up at 5am but there still aren't enough hours in the day. Did I even sleep?
Drop off kids, pickup kids. Drive, drive, more driving. Sit in car, wait, wait, more waiting.
We don't have enough food in the house, we need more snacks. Buy snacks. We need more!
Argue with the husband, and again, and again. We're both tired, over-worked, need a break.
Making decisions every day. Some easy, some not so easy. The mental toll is exhausting. Mentally failing.
Must eat healthy. Must find a way to exercise more. Must lose weight.
Clothes baskets piled up. Need more baskets.
Make appointments. Doctor. Dentist. Hair cuts. Don't be late. Rush, rush, rush.
Feed cats, clean up after cats, why do we have cats.
Three meals a day to feed the kids and now we need a meal after school. Four meals a day. Need more food.
Vacuum again. And again. Dust and again. Mop the floors, change the sheets, clean up the cat hair. For one minute it's clean and then start again.
Conference calls all day. Don't eat. No time. Be camera ready. Put on smile. Be alive and well. Drink lots of water. Keep hydrated.
Out of milk. Buy more milk. Kids need milk.
Take my pills. Don't forget. Late for my mammogram. That is bad. No time. Gotta make time. See the doc. Get my bloodwork done. Forgot, make another appointment. Don't forget. Block the calendar.
So many emails. Can't keep up. Bad employee?
Was that a text message? A Slack note? An email? Where was it? I can't remember. What day is it?
Car needs gas. More driving, more waiting.
Hampers over flowing. Do laundry. Lots of it.
Yard work needs to be done. The yard is a mess. Sweat, dirt, all over the house now. Clean again. Poison ivy. Why me?
Hear the news. Die a little inside. Life is so hard but you're on the high end of the spectrum. Be lucky. Feel guilty. You're going to be fine. You'll survive. Others, not so much. Be grateful. More guilt. It's just life. You chose it.
Trash to collect. Trash to take out. Recycle. Trash. Clean the fridge. Clean.
Birthday is coming up. Can't do too little or too much. What to buy? What to do? Make sure my child feels loved on her birthday. Guilty. Worried. What if I'm a bad mom?
Nothing fits. I have to get kids new clothes. Sort through the old. Donate. Sell. Throw away socks with holes. So much to keep up with.
Laptops charged for school? Sneakers for gym days. Library books. Sign the form. Bring your stuffie in today. It's rainbow day. Make sure they look amazing. Take a photo.
Make lunches. Healthy food only. No waste. Only use containers. No trash. Be green. Keep kids fit. Lunch notes. I have to print them and be perfect. Can't miss a day. They expect those notes.
Bills to pay. How much did that cost? School photos, yearbooks, sports photos, activities costs, donations. Dish out more money. Raffles. Raise money. Gotta get a new playground at the school. Buy, buy, buy.
Someone had an accident? Cat puked? Clean up. Do the sheets. Sanitize.
Volunteer to do this. Volunteer to do that. Guilty I can't coach little league. Sad I can't be with both kids at activities at the same time. I'm a bad mom.
Mother's Day. Christmas. Birthdays. Father's Day. Gifts. More gifts. Buy, buy, buy. Argue over spending. Spend. Argue. Spend. Argue. Budget. Spend. Still argue.
She can't sleep. He needs another hug. She can't find her blankie. He needs water. She has to pee. Go to bed. I need to go to bed so you have to go to bed. Guilty, sad, bad mom.
Why is my tween moody? Why is my little one crying? I'm a bad mom. I'm yelling. I'm frustrated. I'm angry. I want a BREAK.
Contractor costs what? Need to paint. Need to fix the house. Live like a hurricane hit the house. Deal with it. Get over it. It's temporary. Where are my scissors? Why can't I find underwear?
Laundry. Do the laundry.
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