Motherhood. The wonderful state of always being tired because you love those little humans sooo much.
Also because I apparently don’t know how to go to bed early.
I am my own worst enemy when it comes to getting sleep….well, and my kids do a wonderful job at justifying my large collection of under eye concealer.
The past couple days I have walked around like a zombie. Seriously. I’m pretty sure I growled at a lady, and that slobber on my shirt is a 50/50 combination of mine and Emerson’s.
Yesterday at a doctors appointment I told the nurse Emerson’s birthday wrong 4 TIMES!! Pretty sure she was about to call the police thinking I stole these kids.
Today I tried on a pair of shorts at Target, put them in my basket and started to walk out of the dressing room without any pants on! And those buns look EXTRA ghostly under those wonderfully horrible fluorescent lights.
Ahhh, motherhood. These moments are humbling, mortifying and Gods lil gifts for laughter.
And of course, I wouldn’t change a thing. I may be tired, but I am blessed. So, I’m choosing to laugh it off as I reach for another cup of coffee.
