Confessions from a Tired Mom

My ears are tired. Everyone is just always talking, all the time. Do not tell my kids that I said this, but sometimes when they are telling me a story that is never-ending I think about what color I would like to paint the walls and if I should get more throw pillows. I feel terrible about this, but it is the truth.

I’m tired of my name. When I hear “Mama!” shouted from the other room, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I love being a mom, but I think we may have worn out the name “Mom”. I don’t want to point fingers, but it could have something to do with it being used 52,000 times a day. It’s practically a swear word at this point. Sometimes when I hear it I want to scream MAKE IT STOP. I don’t, but maybe I could still get a new name, like “Dad” for instance.

My voice is tired. Yesterday I met my friend for coffee and I kept thinking of things I wanted to tell her, except it was too hard. My mouth was worn out because I’d already asked my kids to put on their shoes so many times that morning. She understood and we sipped our coffee in silence until I was able to recover.

I’m tired of cleaning. Sometimes I see a french fry on the floor of my Suburban and I think…nope. Picking up one fry is sure to lead to looking under the seats…and that is a nightmare I’m rarely emotionally prepared for. I also am queen of shoving all my “stuff” in that closet/drawer/room and shutting the door. My kids do this too, which is not as awesome as when I do it.

I recently went to a friend’s for lunch and she said, “sorry my house is disgusting, it’s such a shame because it was clean yesterday.”

These are my thoughts every. single. day.

I have to have a coffee before my coffee. I have the one that I buy when I’m running errands, and the other one from the pot that gets me to the one that I buy. Some might think this is a problem, but it isn’t. It is only a problem if we are out.

My brain is tired and it doesn’t remember how to do fourth grade math. It is looking like a looooong road to college.

I’m tired of bedtime. My kids are currently calling me from their beds because I forgot to give them eskimo kisses. Before that, it was because their water was “old tasting”. This is adorable, and also, I’d rather close my finger in the car door than get up from this couch another time.

Is there an ethical sleep medicine for children? Asking for a friend.

My skin is tired. My children have no understanding of personal space. I love cuddling and touching (mostly), but sometimes I would like to turn on a force field that keeps them three feet away from me; like when I’m on the toilet or cooking dinner for example.

My kids’ rooms and their stuff makes me tired. It is like it rained dirt, debris, and toys all over the floor, and that’s AFTER I ask them to clean it. My boys’ room has begun to smell weird and I’m scared I’m going to step on a lizard or catch ringworm in there. I’m still on the fence about whether I’m going to breathe deeply and close the door…or go in with a hazmat suit and a blow torch.

I’m tired of crumbs, carseat buckles, missing shoes, bickering, and Wishing Poof.

I know I look hungover, but I’m not, I’m just a mom and this is how I look now.

I am tired in a way that makes me squint in bright light and chug coffee like it’s the fountain of youth.

But I’ll never ever in a million be tired of them.

I am tired, but I’m the same kind of tired that I feel after a long day on the beach in the sun. I am exhausted, but I am grateful and my heart is full.

Who needs sleep and brain cells?

I’m going to go pour myself another coffee and drink it honor of all my fellow moms.

Cheers to you my friends, we’ve got this.


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16 responses to “Confessions from a Tired Mom”

  1. Such a beautiful post! Very well written tired mama! And yes, we’ve got this. Sending love!

  2. I am you, every single day, except I am a grandmother doing exactly what you said……coffee is what allows me to move on! I love your posts and look forward to them in my email!

  3. Yes. Spot on as usual! By the way, your mom brain apparently can’t spell fourth grade math either. 😉 I’m with you…

  4. Wishing you can change your name to dad is spot on – for all the reasons we mom’s know –

  5. Haha thank you!!

  6. Marjorie Turner Hollman Avatar
    Marjorie Turner Hollman

    Wonderful. Warm, funny, truthful.

  7. Ethical sleep medicine.. hahaha! Please be my best friend.

  8. First off, I love your photos. They’re so full of fun and love. Second, I think I yawned no less than 3 times while reading this. I’m tired, too. If I hear Daaaaaaad! one more time I might move out.

  9. Indeed, you’ve got this! 😊 And before you know it, you will blink – and sitting there in a quiet room sipping a similar cup of coffee all alone, you will fondly remember the feel of their fingers tugging against your arm and you will be so grateful that it happened often enough so that remembering (it all,) is as if it were only just yesterday! Hugs to you for helping an ‘older mom’ enjoy her morning coffee fondly today!

  10. Hahaha! I hear you!!

  11. Solidarity, sister. A-MEN!

  12. This is AMAZING! Definitely fits every mom perfectly or at least this kind of mom, me! 😂 you really had me laughing out loud it’s just so relatable! I’ll be sharing on my FB page- Planet Teachers 🙂

  13. Awe thank you!!

  14. Glad I’m not the only one who too often appears hung over and yes, we got this!

  15. Perfectly put.
    Word for word, we feel you.
    Mums unite 😁Xxx

  16. I’m tired. of. everything.
    Sometimes I’m too tired to even make myself coffee to make me untired! The mom struggle is really real!

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