Is it the constant onslaught of winter weather that leaves me so tired at the end of every day? Is it a case of the “Winter Blues?” I swear I have Seasonal Affective Disorder, I am in desperate need of some light therapy (and regular on the couch head therapy too, I know). Or perhaps it’s the constant battle, the war that is never won, just surviving the day as a parent?
Whatever it is, it’s not the greatest feeling. It’s my belief that it’s a combination of things but whatever the reason(s), it’s taking a toll. I woke up the other day and my very first thought that popped into my waking mind was “Holy shit! I have over 13 hours until the kid’s bedtime.” That sucks!
So here’s some bad poetry to celebrate the daily battles and little victories of the modern mother. It’s my version of therapy.
Now that the day is done
Count all the little victories won
No toys (or bones) were broken
Only a few (dozen) curse words spoken
Three meals made plus snacks and more
Then all their remnants scrubbed from the ceiling, walls & floor
Play things scattered all around
Your sanity lost, now is found
Kids are bathed and tucked in bed
No noise is left now but the pounding in your head
So kick up your feet, relax while you can
Tomorrow is another day & the battle begins again!