A bird in the hand…

My ducks in a row...

Do you ever just get tired?

Tired of cleaning up, settling in, watering down?

I do.

Today I’m tired.

I’m tired of cutting back, reigning in, buckling down.

I’m tired of home-making, meal-planning, car-pooling.

I’m tired of managing money, making ends meet, paying through my nose.

I’m tired of missing the trees, seeing the forest, carrying too much baggage.

I’m tired of thinking ahead, missing the mark, walking on eggshells.

I’m tired of asking the right questions, smelling the roses, wishing on stars.

I’m tired of beating around bushes, meeting people half way, putting my nose to the grindstone.

I’m tired of digging in, making waves, going with the flow.

I’m tired of burning bridges, grinding axes, knocking on wood.

I’m tired of last straws, bowls of cherries and keeping my head above water.

I’m tired of spinning my wheels, turning my cheek, and running as fast as I can.

Some days you just want to give up, give in, give it a rest.

Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.

Doubtless the sun’ll come up tomorrow.