Some Days Just Feel Endless

by Kristen King

The first word that came to mind when someone asked how my day was today was “relentless.” My day was relentless. From the moment the alarm went off in my freezing cold bedroom to right now, I have been counting down the moments for this day to end.

I could have predicted this, but I didn’t. Here are the signs it was coming:

I just finished my period. I’m always exhausted at the tail end of my period. Ugh.

The kids have been sick since last week. I’m sure I’m fighting it off myself — mercifully with some degree of success so far.

I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night every night since last week. See also “sick kids.” This is on the heels of my having run a marathon challenge a week ago and having been in Vegas for a conference the week before that — with zero recovery time.

The laundry still isn’t caught up from my being away. Extra laundry from work travel and extra laundry from people being sick plus all the extra laundry from doing four races in two days last weekend has added up to a big old pile of clothes I just do not want to look at.

I’m getting ready to go out of town. Yeah, again. This time for pleasure but still. I feel like I just unpacked. And I didn’t even put my clothes away yet because they’re somewhere in Mount Foldmore in my living room.

We’re all tired of being cooped up. It’s been a WEEK. Seriously, kids, can you like develop an immune system already? Jeez.

We realized the shower has been leaking. When we found mold in the carpet in the kids closet. So that was fun. Know what else is fun? Bare concrete in a closet and a house that reeks of bleach from killing said mold.

Basically any time I’m at the intersection of not-enough-sleep and a-to-do-list-that-just-keeps-growing, my days start to feel endless and I just want to crawl into bed with a hot cup of tea and zone out until my brain turns off and I can sleep.

So that’s the plan right now. And I’m hoping tomorrow feels a little less relentless so I can breathe.

How do you come back from those relentless days? What operates your reset button? I’d love to hear your tips. Leave a comment.

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Kristen King (aka, Mommy-in-Training) is a red-headed, glasses-wearing, wine-drinking, perpetually undercaffeinated writer and twin mom from the Tampa metro area, and founder of AmateurParenting.com. She and her husband, Jesse (aka, Daddy-in-Training) have fraternal boys born in December 2011, two dogs, and a cat. They are Independent Herbalife Distributors and Wellness Coaches. Meet the whole AmateurParenting.com team on our About page.

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