I'm so tired my teeth hurt.
I'm so tired, I don't feel like watching TV (shocking, but true).
I'm so tired I wish I could check into the hospital for exhaustion like a celebrity.
I'm so tired...well, you get it.
Summer is kicking my ass. I thought tired was having newborns or fussy infants, but I was wrong. Tired is four kids home all day, all summer. It's fun, but god damn it's tiring.
There have been several nights lately where I walk around crying and muttering to myself like a scary homeless lady. Or I'm like a toddler with a last crazy burst of wonky energy and then bam, I'm fast asleep curled up in the fetal position in bed.
The days are long, but go so fast.
The kids are adorable, but not wearing out as fast as they used to when they were smaller.
Swimming, baseball, play dates, kickball, wrestling, fishing, practice, make-believe, dress-up, potty-training, making meals, disciplining and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. (You should read this to the tune of Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" to make it sound less whiny.)
I usually end up crying like that crazy lady because after all that cleaning, the house is still a disaster. Waaaaa.
Just in case you forgot the tune of that old Billy Joel tune, here you go...
Pretty soon, I'm going to have to make believe I have some crazy magic ninja energy powers. Because did I mention I'm tired?
The raunchy, but oh so funny comedian Louis C.K. can do a very good impression of me muttering after a long day with my kids. Seriously, it is exactly what I look like. And his take on the difference between girls and boys is funny and probably pretty accurate. If you don't like swearing, don't bother watching the clip. If you like to laugh, watch the clip.
I'm so tired, I don't feel like watching TV (shocking, but true).
I'm so tired I wish I could check into the hospital for exhaustion like a celebrity.
I'm so tired...well, you get it.
Summer is kicking my ass. I thought tired was having newborns or fussy infants, but I was wrong. Tired is four kids home all day, all summer. It's fun, but god damn it's tiring.
There have been several nights lately where I walk around crying and muttering to myself like a scary homeless lady. Or I'm like a toddler with a last crazy burst of wonky energy and then bam, I'm fast asleep curled up in the fetal position in bed.
The days are long, but go so fast.
The kids are adorable, but not wearing out as fast as they used to when they were smaller.
Swimming, baseball, play dates, kickball, wrestling, fishing, practice, make-believe, dress-up, potty-training, making meals, disciplining and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. (You should read this to the tune of Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" to make it sound less whiny.)
I usually end up crying like that crazy lady because after all that cleaning, the house is still a disaster. Waaaaa.
Just in case you forgot the tune of that old Billy Joel tune, here you go...
Pretty soon, I'm going to have to make believe I have some crazy magic ninja energy powers. Because did I mention I'm tired?
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| The ninja costume never gets old here at our house. Here's JT fighting off his enemies the other morning. |
I also find the summers exhausting. So much go, go, go and fun in the sun makes for a tired Mamma. On top of that I feel like the house always looks like a bomb went off in it. When the kids are in bed and I finally have some down time is the very LAST time of day that I want to think about cleaning!
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