I Am Tired

I looked at myself in the mirror just now and thought, "WHOA I look tired."

The truth is, I AM tired.

Not sleepy tired (though I'm not sleeping well these days).

More like global-pandemic tired.

I am my-teenager-woke-up-with-a-101.8-degree-fever-so-I'm-waiting-on-test-results-tired.

I am going-on-week-five-quarantined-at-home tired.

I am online-schooling-four-different-kids-on-four-different-devices-and-four-different-curriculums-tired.

I am I-feel-like-I'm-ignoring-my-three-year-old-because-of-school tired.

I am a-thousand-zoom-meetings-and-six-million-logins-and-ENDLESS-passwords-then-uploading-homework-here-or-there-or-everywhere-tired.

I am five-kids-shut-up-in-one-little-house (with one quarantined to his bedroom) tired.

I am my-husband-took-a-huge-paycut-even-though-he-still-works-long-hours-every-single-day-at-the-hospital tired.

I am I-strained-my-calf-on-a-long-run-yesterday-so-I-am-icing-and-wrapping-and-LIMPING-around-the-house tired.

I am eating-all-the-dessert-and-it-shows tired.

I am surface-wiping-laundry-switching-dish-washing-dinner-cooking-mask-wearing-while-grocery-shopping-praying-as-I-go tired.

I am doing-the-best-I-can tired.

I am a MOM.

And I am tired.