You’ve had those days. I know you have. Where you are so tired. No, no. Like more tired than you ever thought was humanly possible and still be alive. So tired. Just so flippin’ tired. And you know there are people in the world who are sleeping and you hate them with intense passion. Just the thought that another human being gets to be sleeping makes you so spiteful. How dare they sleep while you, the most tired person on the entire face of the Earth, has to stay awake. So tired that you have bumped into several pieces of furniture and a few walls and door frames. Tomorrow your hips and shins will be covered in bruises. So tired that you don’t have control over your body anymore. You drop everything you pick up. You’re a little bit afraid to pick up the newborn for fear you just won’t be able to hold on. You’re so tired you find that you have been staring at the cartoons with your toddler for like 2 hours. Maybe. You aren’t quite sure how much time has passed. And you don’t even let him watch endless amounts of TV, but who really gives a fuck today? Mommy, can I have some ice cream. Sure. I’ll get it. Have we eaten breakfast yet? is it lunchtime? I don’t know. And after dropping the spoon several times and knocking all the bowls out of the cabinet you hand your toddler like 5 scoops of ice cream. At least someone is happy. You sit back down. Stare at your phone. Post some things on Facebook. Oh man, I hope I didn’t post that on my actual wall. What am I saying? People will think I am drunk. Suddenly you look up and around at the people in the room. And this is what you see.
Do I look annoyed?
Abby Theuring, MSW