Blowover, PLEASE BLOWOVER

Motherhood.  My God, we never believe any woman when they tell us it is the hardest job we would ever undertake - why , I'm not sure.... but it is beyond simple truth, it is the essence of the word, the soul of every mommy.  That our species has survived awes me.  Truly.  Today, I just wish I wasn't one.  Gotta tell you - I'm over the cutie pie looks and the darling dresses and the excellent ball player.  I'm tired.  I'm so tired.  I should have stopped at one.  Two tops, but I had to go for four - and I'm not only broke, I'm bankrupt too!  And for God sake if the 7 year old would stop peeing his frickin pants and the one year old stop throwing things (rocks, cups, food - hard objects at things like cars or out of cars) I might have a touch more energy.  But I'm out.  I'm out, and I wish I had more patience, more to give them, I'm simply depleted.