Had some free time today before an appointment and instead of filling it by being “busy” I headed down to the riverfront for a moment of relaxing and reflection.
A couple of weeks ago as I thought about all of the things I do in a week (or a day), I start to cry. I’m exhausted. I try really hard not to think about being a single parent and all the work it entails because I have no regrets for the choices I made (pertaining to getting a divorce); but it’s a lot.
Burnout is not an option. Lately I have been trying to take more time to actually rest. As parents, especially moms, we sometimes overdo it on how much we are there for our children (and exaggerate how much they really need us).
The past few days I have found myself taking mini naps in the afternoon. One day my oldest came home, saw me, and said “You look tired. Rest up. I’ll see you in a few.” and closed my door. Kids always get it.