Being a Mom is hard. At the end of the day I am exhausted—I’m talking my bones are literally tired. Throughout the day I get frustrated and irritable usually from being touched out. I am touched out like 70% of the day. When I get to that point I need to step back and remind myself why I’m touched out, I am touched out because I am loved, I am so loved. I have a tiny human who constantly wants to sit on my lap, have his arms around my neck, hold my hand, and help him with just about everything (almost all of which he is completely capable of completing without assistance) he loves me that much--how fucking lucky am I. I am tired because I am loved, I am tired because I am letting a child have a childhood, I am tired because I am teaching my tiny human how to grow into a kind person, I am tired because I am busy ensuring someone else’s happiness all day and night—I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, you should all be this lucky.