At 2 am the other night, a desire to write swelled in my soul. 2 am ya'll. Clearly still in the Mom time zone. I'd like to say beautiful, captivating poetry flowed from a stylish calligraphy pen, but let's keep it real. This momma fell asleep whilst trying to articulate how extreme fatigue consumes her on the daily. What you have before you is a list scribbled down while in a state of delirium.
For your amusement. From one tired momma to the next, Enjoy!
Crusty eyes.
Dark circles.
Quiet giggles in the next room.
9:00 am
Cozy slippers.
Barrage of food requests.
Toy cars.
Fill water bottles.
Hot tea brewing.
9:15 am
Clean clothes on.
Move laundry.
Unload dishes.
Clean kitchen.
Sweep.
9:32 am
School.
Hours.
Tears.
Achievements.
12:00 pm
Make lunch together.
Eat.
Dishes again.
Read together.
Worn out.
2:00 pm
Freedom.
Free play.
3:00 pm
Break.
Judge Judy.
Exercise bike.
4:00 pm
Crafts.
Play dough snakes.
Lego castles.
Sweep again.
6:00 pm
Prepare dinner.
Just throw it in the pot!
Scarf food in 2 minutes.
Dishes...again.
Clean kitchen...again.
Back ache.
Feet hurt.
Exhaustion.
6:30 pm
Husband walks in.
"Busy day?"
Eye twitch.
Frazzled hair.
Smile .
"Same as always."
Bathe kids.
Brush teeth.
Potty break.
3 stories.
Hugs.
Special song.
Potty break again .
Tuck in .
5 minutes.
Tuck in again.
2 minutes.
Potty break...again.
1 minute.
Worn down resolve.
Snuggle in Recliner.
2 hours later.
Last kid asleep.
Hubby snoring.
Tidy up.
Really, really exhausted now.
Can't sleep.
3 hours.
Check that everyone is still covered.
Hubby awakens for work.
Make his lunch.
Sit.
Sleep.
Rollover.
Alarm going off.
Another day.
Here we go.
As moms we often forget the importance of the mundane, unglamorous busy that makes up our day. The kids are still alive and the house is clean...kind of, so there's that.
~Shantel
For your amusement. From one tired momma to the next, Enjoy!
Crusty eyes.
Dark circles.
Quiet giggles in the next room.
9:00 am
Cozy slippers.
Barrage of food requests.
Toy cars.
Fill water bottles.
Hot tea brewing.
9:15 am
Clean clothes on.
Move laundry.
Unload dishes.
Clean kitchen.
Sweep.
9:32 am
School.
Hours.
Tears.
Achievements.
12:00 pm
Make lunch together.
Eat.
Dishes again.
Read together.
Worn out.
2:00 pm
Freedom.
Free play.
3:00 pm
Break.
Judge Judy.
Exercise bike.
4:00 pm
Crafts.
Play dough snakes.
Lego castles.
Sweep again.
6:00 pm
Prepare dinner.
Just throw it in the pot!
Scarf food in 2 minutes.
Dishes...again.
Clean kitchen...again.
Back ache.
Feet hurt.
Exhaustion.
6:30 pm
Husband walks in.
"Busy day?"
Eye twitch.
Frazzled hair.
Smile .
"Same as always."
Bathe kids.
Brush teeth.
Potty break.
3 stories.
Hugs.
Special song.
Potty break again .
Tuck in .
5 minutes.
Tuck in again.
2 minutes.
Potty break...again.
1 minute.
Worn down resolve.
Snuggle in Recliner.
2 hours later.
Last kid asleep.
Hubby snoring.
Tidy up.
Really, really exhausted now.
Can't sleep.
3 hours.
Check that everyone is still covered.
Hubby awakens for work.
Make his lunch.
Sit.
Sleep.
Rollover.
Alarm going off.
Another day.
Here we go.
As moms we often forget the importance of the mundane, unglamorous busy that makes up our day. The kids are still alive and the house is clean...kind of, so there's that.
~Shantel
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