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I am grateful. Grateful for The Tater Tot and The Daddy. Grateful for little bits of respite that come just when you think you are going to dissolve in a puddle of self-pity and martyrdom because you feel so physically depleted you could cry. Grateful for the wonderful cuteness that is my little girl. This little person can, more often than not, pull me out of the pit even when I feel so tired that I only want to lay on the floor. She is the reason that I muster up the bursts of energy to go to play dates and dance around the kitchen with the dishwasher noise like she likes to, the patience to do “crafty-crafts” and go on “shwort walks” (no, that’s not a typo…it’s a toddler-speakism). She is fun and funny and my world revolves around her.

I am grateful that The Daddy recognizes that I am making a huge effort to work through my fatigue to make life fun for Tater Tot and neat and orderly for him. He has started back to the Master’s program and is doing an after-school tutoring program for extra money and it’s the least I can do to help support him. If he feels less stressed because the house is in order when he gets home, that’s what I need to do. Put it on auto-pilot, Mommy and just get it done. But it is nice that he tells me that he appreciates it and offers to give me some time for myself when he’s not working or doing reading for school or writing papers. Just the recognition and offer of help makes a difference for me. I’d like to take him up on that offer….