Confessions of a tired Teacher/Mama

 

 

It’s true.

 

I’m tired.

 

All. the. time.

 

Alarm goes off at 5:00 am and I struggle to turn it off. Glimpse at the monitor… “how is he already awake? Is he reading? Whew, that’ll buy me some time.”

 

Open bible….. Drink a spark, attempt to work out…. 5:45 rolls around “oh no I’m running out of time.”

 

5:50 “Moooommmmmyyyyy, I had an accident”

“Okay, I’m coming.”

6:05 (Talking in the monitor, “Zach can you finish this? I need to get ready.”)

Make up.

Hair.

Clothes.

6:20 “Oh my word now Mia’s awake.”

Run upstairs get her dressed. Fight over not wearing an Elsa costume to school.  Bribe her with an m&m if she brushes her teeth. (Yes, I realize it negates the cleaning of the teeth but whatever. My sanity is more important at this point.)

6:40 “Everyone downstairs, there may be eggs leftover if Mia doesn’t get to them  first.”

Yup, she ate them all.  Cereal for me.

7:00 “Okay everyone in the car.” “What? You have to go potty nooowwww?”

7:15- Finally leaving for work- thankful Zach is taking them.

7:35- Students waiting at my door. “Mrs. Moore, Mrs. Moore, Mrs Moore…”

And so the second part of the day begins and it’s not even 8:00am.

 

 

This is what a typical morning looks like. Yes, I love my job, yes I love my family and yes, I’m so grateful for my incredibly helpful husband, he saves my sanity all the time! But regardless, this life is hard. And it’s not going to get easier.

I am not complaining by ANY means.

I’m simply stating that it is impossible sometimes to keep my cool.

I snap more often than I’d like, so I pray for patience.

I hesitate to take on more tasks, for fear of overtiring myself. So I pray for endurance.

I don’t give my husband nearly enough attention so I pray for balance.

The only thing I can do is give it God.

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Finally, I want to make a statement to all of my friends and family.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for not being available.

I’m sorry for not calling you back.

I’m sorry for being “too involved” in my own life that I’m not as attentive as I would like to be.

I pray it’s a season.  I pray I can someday remember to text you back. But I also pray to remember all these little tiny crazy moments of life because I know it’ll pass me by in a heartbeat.

Love you all!

Stay sane mamas!