I don’t like to complain. There isn’t much complaining will get you anyway. It doesn’t really do any good. Sometimes I just get tired though. Tired of paying all the bills myself, tired of always picking up the same messes day after day, tired of packing the backpacks every morning, tired of planning the meals, always being the one to handle all the responsibility. Yes, I know it sounds like whining, but I promise it is not. I am blessed in my life. I have four wonderful children, a warm house to live in and am pretty secure. Do you ever just get tired though?
Because of the choices I made, my responsibilities started young. From the age of 17, I was married and had my first child at 18. I have never partied or had the “fun years.” Funny thing is, I don’t want them. I rarely if ever drink, don’t smoke and like staying at home. What gets old though, is the constant weight of responsibility that is on my shoulders. Everything from the smallest household bill, to making sure the school does all they can with Jordan and his learning disability is my responsibility. There is no sharing it and sometimes, it just weighs me down.
Tomorrow I will pick myself up and be back to normal, but for today, I am just tired. Thanks for listening.