Life has been kicking our butts for months now. The quarantine just made it worse. That’s life I suppose. Adapting to the constant changes. trying to stay positive and see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s exhausting. I’m exhausted.
I just need a break. Not a quick trip to the grocery store alone break. No those aren’t breaks. When you’re done you have to unload and put away the groceries, take care of the kids, clean, cook. You come home to everything you left behind. All your responsibilities just waiting for you. Building the longer you’re gone, as they tend to do. No I need a real break.
The kind of break where you don’t have to be an adult for a while. Or a mom. Or a wife. Or responsible for so many things that just keep falling apart. The kind of break where you don’t have to deal with your life for a while. Where you can be you without dealing with all the stresses, frustrations, and uncontrollable situations life throws at you.
I’m completely physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. I’ve laughed. I’ve cried. I’ve screamed. I need a break to not be an adult. To not be a mom. To not be a wife. To not be me. To not deal with all the curve balls life has thrown at us. It’s all been too much lately.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m extremely blessed. We’re all healthy, working again, managing distance learning, and everything else life throws at us. But it’s overwhelming and I’m exhausted. I’m stressed. I’m tired. I’m trying so hard to hold it all together. One day at a time.
Sassy Mamaroo 