All I can say is, I’m tired. Tired of all the jobs and duties and responsibilities that come along with motherhood. Tired of feeling like a cow. Tired of cooking and cleaning and doing luandry. I’m tired of being made to feel like I don’t have a right or a reason to feel tired. I’m even tired of feeling tired.
I feel like sisyphus. I keep pushing the boulder up the mountain, and it keeps falling back down. And…it doesn’t matter how quickly or effieciently or neatly I roll the boulder, IT WILL FALL DOWN AGAIN.
The maddening cycle repeats itself. And the worst part is no one notices, cares, or appreciates your efforts.
Sometimes motherhood feels like the toughest job on the planet.