Tired

Have you ever been just plum tuckered out? Tired of washing clothes? Tired of folding clothes? Tired of putting clothes up? Tired of going to the grocery store? Tired of putting all the groceries up? Tired of trying to think of what to cook for supper? Tired of feeding and cleaning up after your dogs? Tired of sweeping and mopping? Tired of vacuuming?
I am tired of it all! I think that I am going to go on a strike and see if anyone cares. BUT then I look at my beautiful son and daughter who are home and I realize that I love them with all my heart and I want them to be happy. I want them healthy and taken care of. That is my job. No one ever said that being a mom was going to be easy. I am thankful that I have them in my life. They are the reason that I get up in the mornings and go to work. They are the reasons I clean and shop.
I have never been a complainer and I don't want to start now. We were taught not to complain because we had a brother who had polio and couldn't walk. "Just be lucky you can get up whenever you want," my mother would say. "Be thankful that you have legs to move around on."
Whenever I get down in the dump, I remember things my mother taught me. I want to pass this on to my children: Don't give up. Keep going. Be thankful for what you have. Remember the starving children in Africa. Get up out of bed before your daddy gets home. Look on the bright side. Say please and thank you. Go to church. Clean up after yourself. Be happy. Put a smile on your face. Wear clean undies.
Cheri, you may have to help me remember more of the one liners mother would always say. I don't want to forget. I miss her terribly. I think of her often. I would love to get some of her wonderful wisdom that I use to laugh at. She loved to clean! I remember once when she said she LOVED to vacumm. I thought Cheri and I were going to wet our pants laughing so hard. Who loves to vacuum?