When I think I’m overtired and overworked.
My kids get sick.
And I’m up all night.
And I’m taking extra care of them all.
And it’s not very fun.
And I feel very sad that this is my life.
But things could be a lot worse.
So there’s no real reason to complain.
But I would like to sleep.
I would like to not have 21 hour work days.
I would like to have help.
I wish I had my mom.
Buuut I don’t. I won’t. I can’t change things. So on I go, working. Cleaning, cooking, childcare, on no sleep. This is my life. Might as well suck it up buttercup and make the most of it.