I am done today. SO done.
Done cleaning the house for the millionth time. And by house I mean, dishes, bathrooms, toys, bedrooms, clothes, floors...
Done with the lame Utah weather (it's Spring, come on!)
Done tripping over the cats as they walk underfoot trying to communicate with me that their liter boxes desperately need to be changed.
Done being "Mommy".
I just want a full hour, or two, to myself. Where I don't have to clean, or be beckoned, or change dirty diapers, or be a Mom. I just want to be me, by myself, guilt free.
I seem to feel this way every Friday. By the end of the week, I'm tapped out emotionally, mentally, and physically. My patience is but a thread by Fridays.
I love my girls...
being a Mom is hard.