"Mama Sit Down."
“Mama sit down.” These are the famous words I hear at 8:02 every evening. When I am spent. Every ounce of my energy has been zapped, every morsel of anything left to give has been dried up. I. Am. Done. And yet, mothering is never done. Each night when I put my 2 ½ year old in her bed, she says to me, “I have to go potty.” I am immediately filled with dread. My inner monologue begins:" Why? Why now? Do I have to take her to the bathroom? Of course, you have to take her to the