Restless tonight. I'm completely bone weary and exhausted and yet I'm not quite ready to turn out the lights. The endless to do list is clattering around in the back of my mind but I've got nothing I want or really can tackle. I don't have the energy to dive into something new but I do have the guilt to feel incomplete for not making even the slightest dent in my ever growing list of things that must be done. My body knows that it has to rest but it seems my mind just can't stop churning. Is this the continual fate of the overworked mom? Forever doomed to never getting enough done and never being satisfied? Where is the pressure coming from and why is it so easy to fall into its claws?
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