Deeply "unhinged" level of exhaustion.

I was going to write something thoughtful today. Reflective, even. But instead, I spent the evening deciphering a series of high-pitched screams and I got NOTHIN.

So now that my kids are in bed (PRAISE.) Here is my brain dump of things I am ignoring instead:

• The fact that my toddler screamed at me no fewer than 17 times today for reasons including but not limited to: handing him the snack he asked for, walking too loudly, and just existing in his line of sight.

• My preschooler’s sudden belief that he is a sovereign nation and I am an invading force. Unless there’s a bug. Then I’m MAMAAAA again.

• The pile of laundry that now doubles as a glorified indoor playground, and contains socks and potentially sentient life. (It's on my bed, and I am too tired to separate and fold it all right now, so I guess it is my bed now.)

• The half-full sippy cup I found in the car that smells like death and regret.

• The 45-minute guessing game where I tried to figure out what “Buh-nah-NEE-uh-wuh-AH” meant, only to discover it was…a snack. He wanted a snack. AGAIN.

• The fact that I’ve been asked “Can I have a snack?” every 6 minutes since sunrise, despite serving three breakfasts.

• The attitude coming off my preschooler like he’s a blend of a sarcastic sitcom side character and emotionally unstable dictator.

• That I can’t remember the last time I peed without someone kicking the door open like the feds, or hearing "IM TELLING ON YOU."

• My toddler’s “hobby” of shrieking at full volume anytime I speak to another human being on the phone or if I dare go out in public.

• The wet spot on the couch... I don’t know what it is, I’m not smelling it, and I’m certainly not dealing with it today.

• The FB Reels mom who just posted a reel about “gentle parenting your way through tantrums.” Girl... my kid is "Donny" from the WildThornberry's. Be so freaking forreal.

• That I heated my coffee mug for the third time and promised I would come back for it this time... like some kind of sad little lie. I think it may still be in the microwave honestly.

• The internal monologue telling me to “enjoy every moment?” (That voice can go straight to hell today.)

  
  

Honestly? I’m ignoring all of it. Because I’m tired. I’m overstimulated. And I’m covered in some unidentifiable food (- maybe?)

There were some cute moments today, and maybe my next post can give a little more "I've got my sh*t together." But they're clean. They're fed. And they're in BED. So now its my turn (lol let's be real - doom scrolling always seems to win the nightly battle of bed or brain rot.)

xoxo

Madi