I need to confess…sometimes I wish I wasn’t a mom. I know that’s taboo to say, but I feel like that sometimes. I definitely feel like that today. I’m exhausted and a bit under the weather. I wanted nothing more than to come home, take a hot shower, climb into my bed, and watch TV. Instead I have to get dinner and help with homework.
My son is 12, and homework time is not a pleasant time for either us. He tends to develop amnesia and can’t remember anything from the day, so I’m reteaching him the whole lesson. It makes me want to scream. I don’t want to come home from teaching to teach again. I really don’t want to talk at all.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my son. He’s the most important person in my life, and he’s the reason I fight to survive. But sometimes I just wish it was just me, and I didn’t have all these added responsibilities. However, I know that if he wasn’t here I would have given up a long time ago, so I’m grateful just needing some time to myself.