I’m tired. I’m really, really tired.
This was the first week of school. It was also nearly all of my children’s first weeks of school. That means logistics. School supplies. Packing lunches. Purchasing hot lunches. Helping frazzled students. One of my kids has been sick all week. As the adults, we haven’t slept over the course of the entire week.
I don’t want to sit down and type up a Parsha podcast right now. I don’t want to record it. I don’t want to cook. I don’t want to do any of it.
But I’m going to do it anyway.
Begrudging. Reluctant. Exhausted. Still, I will do the damn thing.
Give this girl a medal, right? /sarcasm
But in some ways, actually, yes. This is why some of us buy shirts that congratulate us for adulting today. Some days, you just want to crawl back into bed. You’re grumpy and moody and done with the day. But you can’t. That’s not how it works once you sign up to be a parent.
As that renowned proverb goes, suck it up, buttercup.
And because I have an associative mind-
I don’t even like Buttercup.
Onward and upward.