Let me rest. I beg you!

Baby is crying on the other room with his father and I am on my bed trying to get some rest. Seems like moms are not allowed to do so. Dads can’t soothe baby and moms are supposed to be uplifted and fun all the time.

I’m tired.

I just put cotton in both of my ears and now am here mad enough not to fall asleep for a nap before it’s bath and bottle time. Moms can’t rest because they are not able to.

I decided to write something before this failed nap but apparently moms are also not allowed to be writers or bloggers. The flow of thoughts was interrupted so many times I can’t even remember the intention of what I wanted to write to begin with,

I want to cry. I want to write cool happy thoughts. I want to inspire moms to be their best, but, well, the only thing I can think of right now is desperation, tiredness and a wish to be for some time alone in a secret place.

I know it’ll pass. I love my child. But I need some rest.

P.S.: I slept of exhaustion in the middle of the text. Please forgive any lack of sense or cohesion in this post. Now I must prepare a bath and warm up a bottle.

God please.