I’m tired of always having to decide what is for every meal of every day.
I’m tired of constantly breaking up the fights.
I’m tired of saying, “We don’t throw balls in the house! This isn’t American Ninja Warrior, or Floor is Lava!” a million times a day.
I’m tired of figuring out all the activities and coordinating play dates.
I”m tired of arranging all the childcare.
I’m tired of making sure everyone has their water bottles filled, and snacks packed.
I’m tired of being the electronics police.
I’m tired of being responsible for all the school events.
I’m tired of the endless dishes in the sink that need to be washed.
I’m tired of being the bedtime enforcer.
I’m tired of RSVPing to the parties and dealing with the gifts.
I’m tired of constantly worrying about food allergies and epi-pens.
I’m tired of lying awake in bed, thinking of all the things I didn’t get done or did “wrong.”
I’m tired of overthinking if I’ve spoiled and ruined the kids.
I’m tired of collapsing in my bed every night, feeling as though I started off the day as Glenda the Good and ended as the Wicked Witch of the West.
I’m tired of the mess everywhere.
I’m tired of trying to balance work, the kids, my husband, and me-time.
I’m tired of never being able to finish one thing from beginning to end without being interrupted.