I am exhausted.
It doesn’t matter how much sleep I get, it seems like I’m always tired.
I’m sure it has something to do with being a mom. It’s summer time, so my kids are home all day and they have endless amounts of energy. And somehow, they can make even the most relaxing activities into contact sports.
- Listening to music? Dance marathon.
- Watching TV? Jump rope, balance on a ball, or something extra creative, but as equally energetic.
- Playing video games? Hop around and give an extra loud and dramatic commentary.
Oh and don’t forget to add in the, “Hey mom, watch this!” comments that are sure to be inserted randomly, but frequently throughout any activity.
Queue The Mom Guilt
It’s not that I don’t love my kids. I do. And I am so blessed to be able to stay home with them, but that doesn’t make it any less exhausting. And being exhausted can make me feel like a bad mom. Trying to accomplish something for the day and not wanting to be interrupted one. More. Time. Can make me feel ashamed. Let’s just say I am no stranger to mom guilt. But I am also no stranger to Jesus.