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Eyelid Tape

I. am. exhausted.

Even more exhausted than I was in the first few months of being pregnant with this baby. And that's saying a lot.

I come home and try to relax, but I struggle with relaxation if my house is dirty. If there's anything that needs to be done, I just have to do it. Maybe I've started to nest? I haven't always been like this...sure it has bothered me to have dirty dishes in the sink but right now, it bothers me to the point I can't resist doing them.

So, I come home after a long day at work, we decide on something to eat, and sit down for a few minutes. We've been eating in silence for this week only because the both of us are too tired to talk.

So we eat, take care of anything from the mail or bills, clean up, sweep floors if need be, do a load of laundry...and then it's bedtime. Every day, in and out. And I am crazy tired....I really don't even know what's coming, do I? If I think I'm tired now...I bet I will yearn for these days when all the chores will be there along with the needs of a brand new baby.

And I've been doing this "grown up" thing for...3 years. THREE YEARS. Not any time at all.

My parents have been working harder than I have for much much longer. Knowing how hard I've worked in the time I have and how tired I am, it makes me appreciate them all the more. Not that I didn't before, but I've really realized the love they've had for me and have for me now to have taken the time to give me a comfortable home, and make sure I was fed and clothed.

Parenting is a lifetime deal. Some see it as a "when they're 18 they're out," some even sooner than that. I can't imagine feeling that way. I call my mother every morning to say good morning and wish her a good day. Yes, I know, I'm 25 and some would probably say I am way too old to be calling on a daily basis. But she likes it, I like it, it works for us.

And that's the kind of mother I hope to be. One who is exhausted and has to tape her eyelids to keep them open sometimes, but is happy to be there for her children. (Of course there is a happy balance where Mom and Dad need time for themselves.) But what I'm saying is I want my kids to feel as loved as I do.

So, I welcome the rest of my life and the exhaustion that comes with. (Remind me of this post when I really do bust out the eyelid tape) :D

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 1, 2013 at 12:31 PM

    You don't need eyelid tape! Mom sees through her eyelids. I always see mom watching tv or reading through her eyelids. I think that's what Mom's grow when they get to a certain point. So just be patient and maybe you'll acquire this superpower as well ;]
    -Baby

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