I don't know why this week has felt like an eternity. Timmy has been a handful, testing my patience and requiring constant attention. I know that much of his behavior is a combination of both his age and to a reaction to his medication, but he has left me completely drained at the end of each day. He is lucky that he is cute and endearing, because that is probably the only saving grace keeping me from the brink of insanity.
The past few days have reminded me that I'm not a young mom. I'm middle aged, and I feel every bit of my 42 years. I can't help but wonder if I was younger, and if I had my biological foot, that maybe I wouldn't be so tired at the end of each day. Of course, both ideas are silly to entertain because neither situation can be rectified. Trying to look on the positive, at least I am able to bring experience and perspective to motherhood. Hopefully that will make up for the exhaustion!