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You’re exhausted. Not tired. Exhausted. That 3 a.m. text from your kid’s school. The car breaking down on a Tuesday. The bill that arrives with no warning.
You’re exhausted. Not tired. Exhausted. That 3 a.m. text from your kid’s school. The car breaking down on a Tuesday. The bill that arrives with no warning.
You’re running on fumes again. The toast is burnt. The backpack’s missing. Someone’s crying about socks. And you haven’t had coffee yet.
You look around the dinner table and everyone’s staring at a screen. Even your kid. Even your partner. That’s not normal. It’s exhausting.
You planned the bake sale. You sent the newsletter. You even made the sign-up sheet pretty. Still, only six people showed up.
You’re tired of the same fights. The sighs. The slammed doors. The way everyone walks on eggshells at dinner. I’ve been there.
You’ve stood in that kitchen at 7 a.m., holding coffee you forgot to drink, watching your sibling juggle a crying baby and burnt toast. You wanted to help.
I’m tired. You’re tired. That’s the first thing I’ll say. And mean. You just spent twenty minutes trying to calm your kid down.
You’re exhausted. Not tired. Exhausted. The yelling starts before breakfast. The bills pile up. You don’t recognize your own kid anymore.
You’re exhausted. Not tired. Exhausted. That fight with your kid this morning? The silence at dinner last night? The way your partner won’t look you in…
You’re standing in the kitchen at 7:03 a.m. Coffee’s cold. Someone’s coughing. The kid’s asking for cereal again.