Sometimes, by the end of the day, I'm ready to toss them into their room, lock the door, and pass out on my bed (on top of the pile of laundry that I do not currently have the energy to fold).
Truthfully, motherhood is a great gig. I'm my own boss and my hours are flexible. I like not having deadlines and people breathing down my neck. I like that I can dress however I want and that I am free to pursue my own interests. And, hey, I like my kids. ;)
But sometimes it's tiring and isolating and monotonous and lonely.
And that's okay.
Or at least it will be tomorrow morning. :) I need a to sleep off a headache and some cookie-induced nausea.
All my love.