Mind-numbing, fuzzy-headed weariness.
Down to the bone, moving-every-second tired.
No room for rest, time-sucking void, headlights swallowed by darkness.
Shuffling along with the vacuum and the pitter patter of busy feet, Screams, fits, and “Mommy, I need you!!!”
Dusty dresser, talking heads invading the living room, dread.
Gotta do it, gotta do it well, have to say it correctly echoes that don’t stop.
Overdrive on tires too bald to slow down, too broke to brake and fixed stares on my back for mistake this and oops that .
A new day, a new year to face with revved-up engines, running on fumes with dried-out eyes searching the expanse of the sky for a voice that stops me to say, “Hey, I got this.”
We all have days like this. Feel free to vent yours in the comments section. Then go sit down for a minute…really…it’s OK. Just a minute, though. =)