I’m pushing myself a little harder than I probably should.
I’m organizing the Non-Conference.
I’m planning the Come As You Are party.
I’m proud to be one of the People’s Choices for BlogHer’s Voices Of The Year.
I’m writing my book.
I’m planning for trips.
I have these three beautiful people that depend on me. They come before anything else. That’s not hard to remember but difficult to always make happen.
There’s this need to be everything. That’s to everyone else.
The more that I take on the more I depend on those around me to take the tasks they can.
I DO make the kids fold all the laundry. Clean messes. Water plants.
I DO make Pete fix dinner. Wash dishes. Put away his own crap.
I DO rely on Jackie to help me get the groceries and run errands.
I AM forcing myself to stay up later when I’m wiped out because I need that quiet time without the kids to complete a task.
I’m ignoring the alarm I have set on my phone to take my pills because I’m in the middle of something.
I don’t really nap well when I have the kids home because I know they might need me at any point.
I’m not complaining.
Not one bit.
I’m just telling you, I’m tired.