You know, it's one of those weeks. Everyone gets them. One of those weeks when you are tired, crabby, emotional, and fed up. One of those weeks when nothing seems to go right and you just want to crawl underneath the covers and wake up when all is right with the world again. But as a mother you can't crawl into bed or comfort yourself with a marathon of favorite chick flick movies or a lazy do nothing day. Because there is always someone clinging to you or wanting a glass of water or needing to be changed for the sixth time that day. There is always something that needs to be done, and quite often more than one thing at a time needs doing.
And that is what has me exhausted this week. I really am feeling pulled in all directions. There is a toddler that is extra clingy and whiny and entering his terrible twos. There is a four year old that is fairly quiet but needs attention just the same. There is a sassy six year old that needs discipline as well as hugs and quality schooling each day. Then there is a house that is in a state of chaos. I am not looking for a state of perfection, I would be happy with an organized mess at the moment but even that is wishing for a miracle to happen. Cooking. Laundry. And a husband who deserves more than just my leftover time. I'm tired.
I keep reminding myself that it is just one of those weeks. That next week will dawn bright and sunny and the children will behave like perfect angels and I will awaken on Monday morning to a clean and organized house. No? Well, a girl can dream, can't she?!
There really is no point to this post. No revelation on how to make things better or easier. The fact of the matter is that it's called life. There are good days and bad days. It doesn't mean that I don't enjoy my children, my husband, or my life. It doesn't mean I chose the wrong path in life. It doesn't mean that tomorrow won't be better. It just means that it is one of those weeks, that's all. Now can someone get me a Tylenol?