Today is one of those days.
I am tired of saying the same things over and over.
I am tired of cleaning up messes.
I am tired of administering medicine to people who argue with me about what day it is.
I am tired of running to the pharmacy.
I am tired of adults throwing tantrums when they don't get their way.
I am tired of having to talk to my mom like she is a child because she doesn't understand that she can no longer carry heavy items up and down the stairs and towels cannot be placed on the stove and she has already watered those plants three times today and no, don't throw that away.
I am tired.
I am tired of doing all of the cooking.
I am tired of hauling recycling and trash out to the alley twice a week.
In fact, I am tired of recycling.
I am tired of getting attitude from folks who cannot take care of themselves when I do damn near everything around here.
I am tired of folks not throwing trash in the trash can. I am not here to pick up after you.
I am tired of everyone else telling me I should "make" my dad do more. How? He does not care if the house is a mess and he will eat cheese sandwiches from now until the end of time.
I am tired of people drinking my soda and eating my oatmeal creme pies.
I am tired.
I am tired of being tired all the time because the work doesn't seem to end.
I am tired of feeling like I am just staying afloat so I can live for everybody else.
It's one of those days.
I know that I will miss these things one day.
I must sound like an ungrateful daughter.
I am just tired.
