Burnout

We go, go, go. The kids wear me down. The schedule is hard. The heart is tired and hurt. The sunset is gray. 

I go to bed exhausted. I wonder when it will ever end. I wonder when she'll ever grow up and stop throwing fits every day. I wonder when he'll stop working nights and we'll sleep together every night. I wonder when I'll feel alive again. 

There is a short peace I feel sometimes though. Even in the burnout, I sit in the evening quiet while the windows are open and the crickets churp rythymically. Sometimes I feel hopeless, and sometimes I feel about to quit. 

But somehow, I keep going, even though my head is burning.