I was talking to a co-worker today, and we somehow got on the topic of parenting. "I wish," she said, "that someone had just told me that I was going to be tired all the time."
I know this isn't the most profound statement ever made about parenting, but it just rang true somehow in a very real way. I can take all the "me time" I want, I can have friends watch Elle to give me a break, I can do everything to take care of myself. No matter what, I'm pretty much tired all the time, deep down in my bones.
I am not saying this to complain, either. I'm saying this like I might say that it's raining right now, or that I love brightly colored shoes. It's just a fact. A fact of life. Of my life, like my terrible curly hair or my poor vision or my pink-painted toenails.
This is my life. It's a good life. It is not where I expected to be, no. But it is where I want to be right now.
Even if I am always tired.