I confess: I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Ok, so I’m not sick. But I am tired. All of the time. I go to bed tired. I wake up tired. I push through every aspect of my day tired; fighting off sleepiness and combating sluggishness, and forcing myself to give, do, be, just a little bit more. All day long.
This can’t be life.
This is not what I longed for as a child when I couldn’t wait to be an adult, free to do what I want whenever I want. All I want to do now is rest. This is not exactly what I had in mind when I looked forward to having my family, my children and my man. My rocks; my reasons for being…just a little bit more each day.
Is this adulthood? Is this the essence of parenthood? Or is this just a common side effect?
My list of things to do is never ending. And I swear it’s constantly growing. Mother. Lover. Helper. Business Woman. Entrepreneur. Make Money. Build a Legacy. Clean my Home. Shower. Do the Laundry. Clean the Dishes. Make Love. Exercise. Run these Errands. Let’s have Lunch. Has he Eaten? Make his Meals. Run his Bath. Read to Him. Teach Him.
My brain is always going. And I don’t get to everything everyday. And everyday something new gets added. And everyday something gets forgotten.
I’m sure it’s a combination of things compiled to make my lifestyle. But parents, tell me, are you living in a constant state of tiredness? I’m tired of being tired! 🙁