I swear, every time I round the corner of my bed, I bump my upper outside left thigh past my right side bed frame. Every time. And every time it hurts. And every time I tell myself that I need to walk wider. Bigger loop around that edge. But I never do since I am always in a rush and forget my precaution. Therefore I have a permanent bruise on my leg. Once it begins to dim, I seem to bump it again.
I am always running around this house. Cleaning, putting away, wiping, or tossing. It is a constant transition from room to room, where I always find something that needs to be done. The dishwasher always seems locked and full of clean dishes with dirty ones staged in the sink, ready to go in, clothes in the dryer, wrinkling, while requests for chicken nuggets are shouted out or for a cup of water (with ice).
The days of my life today, pass just like this. Then it’s Friday. Saturday chores, and then Monday again. My dreams have grown up and moved out. Now, I just I want to eat more, sleep more, have a larger dishwasher that is not always full of dishes to be put away. I want quiet. I want to read a book instead of start one and get a quarter in and then never have time to finish. I just want to sleep in. As much as possible.
—SBM
Single Busy Mommy 