I’m sad. I’m tired. I am frustrated with my children. They aren’t bad; they are kids. I’m tired of stupid little shit. I need some forking rest.

Noah will be here soon. I am going to be utterly shameless about mentally and physically checking out a bunch for a few weeks. I need space to exist in myself without cleaning and cooking and listening and supporting. I feel depleted in every way. I don’t have patience left. I don’t have give left.

I feel so weary and worn out and I just want to cry.