Five Minute Friday: Tired

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Today's prompt: Tired

Go.

When I saw today's prompt, I had to chuckle a little at the prospect of writing about it.  I'm pretty sure "tired" is my state of being and has been for a long time.  At least since I became a Mother.  It is a feeling I am used to.

Sometimes it is my own fault.  I sit here writing this post, tired, at midnight, knowing I have to be up in five hours. 

Sometimes I'm up with one of the girls.

Sometimes I stay up to spend a little extra time with Matt.

Sometimes I just have too much on my mind and can't sleep.

But tired doesn't only mean lack of sleep. 

Sometimes I'm tired of what can be so mundane as a stay-at-home/work-from-home Mother.  Tired of these off-white walls and the view from my windows.

Sometimes I'm tired from the weight and the stress of my never ending to do list. 

Sometimes I'm tired of being the peacemaker, the housekeeper, the cook, the everything.

Until I remember that I'm tired because I have a job that allows me to work from home and be with my kids, I have a husband that loves me enough to lose sleep to hang out with me, I have two little girls who bless my life and the occasional late night with them is always worth it, and staying up late for a little "me time" while I write a post or read a book or whatever, that is cleansing in it's own way.

Tired, I'm used to it.   It's a part of my life.  It's a part of me.  Matt says, "I'll sleep when I die."  And though that may be a bit cynical, it's also something to think about.  Rest is important, but it's the things that make us tired, that are often our greatest blessings and sources of happiness. 

Stop.

What are you tired of?  Is the cause a blessing or a curse?