Monday blues

I’m burnt out. Worn out. Tired. In a wallow. Deep in a trough. I really have no reason to be other than that my kids suck the life out of me and the proceed to eat the marrow from my bones on a daily basis. Maybe something is off liter somewhere in my life.
I hope I am not getting the blues, as in needing medication blues, again. But right now I don’t want to go dry Cass’ hair for her class pictures tomorrow. I don’t want to go help Loren with his math homework. I don’t want to go find Woody’s hat for Devon. I don’t want to hear the dreaded word mom and know that it applies to me and my needing to do something. I want to sit on my ass and do nothing, think of nothing, hear nothing.