The 10-trillion item list.

I was sitting here planning to vent about my life. I'm just overwhelmed and cannot even fathom how I am siting here upright at this moment. I was wondering how in the world I can get through to this family that I cannot continue like this. THIS cannot continue. It was all triggered by Winnie asking me for a cup of water, as if she can't do this herself. Not only did she ask for a cup of water, but she began by screaming across the house. Now, granted, she is not feeling well. But neither am I. In fact, I'm much worse than she is. So I got to thinking about the hundred things I do that someone else could or should be doing. Things that I accepted as part of my job description as a stay at home mama. But now I wonder if I didn't get myself into this mess. So here's a rundown, item by item, of what a mom does every stinking day. Many of these are done multiple, even hundreds of times. No wonder I'm tired. No wonder I'm sick. Maybe, just maybe, a list a mile and a half long will open an eyeball to my plight and bring in some help.

But alas, the baby, who is near my sleeping husband, is awake. My job now? To go get him, because my husband needs his beauty sleep, and I didn't really want to drink this cup of coffee hot anyway.