For the past week I have been barely hanging on. I feel like my legs will give out on me any second. My mom was telling me that she never sleeps. Even though my youngest brother is 17 and about to graduate from high school she says she stays up worrying. Is that how it’s going to be forever? You stay up when they are babies because they wake up to eat and poop, but when they are older you stay up wondering if they are safe.

I can’t imagine feeling like this for too much longer. If I don’t get some rest I’ll end up like those celebrities who go to the hospital for exhaustion. This is so much more than the “oh I partied all night and have to be at work” feeling. I can barely type this blog.

This morning I thought I didn’t want to celebrate mother’s day. I felt that because I am so tired I won’t be able to make it through the day. The best gift I could get would be sleep. But that’s just a pipe dream. I got too much shit to do to sleep.

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