It’s too early to be giving up on this day. But this kid, man. He already has me in tears.
Yesterday, he dumped all my precious coffee creamer on the floor (hence the tears), and as I was cleaning it up, flushed the lid to Daddy’s shaving cream down the toilet — effectively clogging and overflowing it.
And it seems like today isn’t going to be any better if the paint mess is anything to go by. It’s not even light out. I can’t do this.
Doesn’t he know that I have absolutely nothing left to give? I’m sick. His sister was up all night coughing. And Daddy works late, again.
Dude, here’s your Kindle. Let Mommy rest her eyes. I will be a better mom, tomorrow or next week or sometime. But right now, I have nothing left to give you.
This place of surrender — out of sheer exhaustion — is not new to me. It seems it’s God’s favorite place to lead me to, lately.
And for once, instead of running from it, I’ve been leaning into it and praying.
I know I’m not the only mom who gets depleted, so I’m sharing my prayer of surrender, repentance, and provision over at Faith Along the Way. I pray it blesses you and gives you a starting point to pray over your own I-can’t-take-another-second-of-this days.