I am tired.
I'm tired of being first up. To wake everyone up. To empty the dishwasher and fill the washing machine.
To feed the dog
To clear up after breakfast
To hang the washing out
To check the kids have everything they need, and doling out money. Endlessly.
To open up the office
To smile sweetly as everyone arrives and ensure they're all happy, focused and on target
and reading hundreds of emails and dodge the cold calls.
I'm tired of being the last stop for everyone's problems at work
I'm tired of smiling sweetly and crafting my words in the hope that they will, actually, improve on the half baked job that's been presented to me.
I like my walk home
but I'm tired of shopping and cooking
and bringing the damp washing in, to be dried and left in bedrooms on top of yesterdays
I am tired of asking and asking about homework. And dealing with teachers who are angry it hasn't been done.
Then hoovering, clearing, dusting
maybe ironing. Maybe see friends.
I'm tired of telling the kids they should be tired and 'go to bed'.
I'm tired of the hurtful tweet that says I'm a nag
I'm tired of trying my best.