30/06/2025
Toddler tired hits different.
This isn’t just tired-tired.
This is “I’ve reheated the same coffee three times” tired.
This is “I just sat down and now someone’s yelling about milk” tired.
This is mentally negotiating with a tiny dictator over which cup is acceptable today tired.
I’m not just chasing a child
I’m dodging flying toys, guessing random words 100 times an hour, and trying to stop a fearless little human from launching off the couch like a stunt man.
All while wiping something sticky off everything. Including myself.
It’s physical. It’s emotional. It’s nonstop.
One minute I’m holding them while they cling like a koala.
The next, I’m sprinting after them because they think the cabinet is a jungle gym.
This isn’t like pregnancy tired when people offered me chairs and told me to rest.
It’s not like newborn tired when I was sleep deprived, but at least had quiet cuddles.
Toddler tired is chaos in motion.
But even in the mess, the noise, and the crumbs on everything... I still show up 🥹
With messy hair, in my worst look, and all the love in the world🌏
So if you’re in this season too, just know: I see you. I am you.
And yes, hiding in the bathroom with snacks for five minutes absolutely counts as self-care.
Never mind those little hands banging on the door tho🙄😆 just 5 minutes🙏
We’re doing our best. And for today, that’s more than enough, mama. 🤍🧿
