I'm tired (I know, I know - everyone is tired).
I feel overwhelmed (if I hear that song played on our piano onemoretime I'm going to scream).
My patience is thin and my to-do-list is long.
My best game face got lost somewhere between the gazillionth games of tic-tac-toe and Memory.
I don't feel like cooking dinner (in fact, I'd take sleep at this point over eating dinner at all).
I'm in that place where the opportunity to go grocery shopping all.by.myself. would feel fairly comparable to a vacation.
When I was sitting criss-cross-applesauce with my face in my hands
Oh. Right. I should be doing that.
After all, here I am, wallowing in self pity feeling super overwhelmed trying so hard to do everything in my own strength