If you need to excavate a pair of shorts you haven’t seen since 1994, please begin before 7 p.m. This 7 p.m. thing applies to any question that begins with, “Have you seen my…”
Tag Archives | tired
I see you there. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, talking to yourself. Or, maybe it’s the dirty dishes? You’ve broken up with them again haven’t you? You’ve decided they’re not worth the work today, or the stress. No matter. They weren’t much for conversation, anyway. It’s already been a long day hasn’t it? […]
Here’s the thing—I secretly love it. I love that my son seeks us out for comfort. Even though the rational part of me is concerned about him relying on us too much. I love when I wake up first and my husband has a 30 pound toddler snuggled up next to his long torso. When […]
I remember when I was pregnant for the first time, everyone would say, “Being a mom is so hard, but so worth it.” Do you know what that kind of advice does for a mother-to-be? I’ll be bold here and say it does nothing. The word “hard” is thrown around like confetti when it comes […]
I often feel like I’m charging forward in life, while my heart runs behind me, trying to catch up. Journaling and physical movement provide much-needed space to “metabolize” emotion, so-to-speak, so that I can face life with clarity. This alone is worth the time investment required.
I have been here before. At one point, before my daughter came along, all three of my boys were in school at once. I didn’t like it. I treasured the disappearance of the sibling WWF rounds and the cries of “I’m bored.” Or “I’m starved.” But between those bits of relief, I felt empty. Like […]
Motherhood is not an excuse for your burn out. It’s not your life that has to change, it’s not your children that have to grow up, and it’s not your husband that has to take notice. It’s you. You have to change.
When would my life stop revolving around poo? Would it ever? I was an educated woman. I had hopes and dreams. I used to be able to speak in complete sentences. But here I was, spending each day trying desperately to reason with a toddler.
“You look tired.” Duh, I am fully aware I look tired. I was made aware that I am tired by the difficulty I had dragging my big butt out of bed this morning after getting up 12 times last night. But thanks for noticing. I am the one who finally made it (late) to work […]
It’s night. Our eldest son is coughing, despite a humidifier, two inhalers, Vicks Vaporub and essential oils. He wanders in a few times. I don’t blame him a bit, but there isn’t much I can do beyond a hug, an “I love you,” and holding his hand as I walk him back to his bed. […]