By three o’clock on Monday I was exhausted. Physically exhausted, yes, but more than that mentally exhausted. My kitchen was a mess. There was paper all over the floor. The pens, pencils, and markers that I had spent fifteen minutes sorting were now spilled all over the table. We were late for leaving for ballet. My hair was thrown in a sloppy ponytail, and I had food wiped on my sleeve. Everyone was hungry, and there was no “good” snacks in the house. I hadn’t thought of dinner. Not yet. And homeschooling? We just got through reading.
And so should you.