Tired

I've been having my good and bad days. Mostly bad. 

Today is one of those bad days. It comes as no shocker to me anymore.

Let me first just say that my daughter is VERY good. I have the best little human because she is a breastfeeding champ, she sleeps 11 hours at night, and her smile can light up my grumpy mood. 

But today she woke up at 6am...........

Now to most mothers, that may sound normal. But it's not to me. I'm used to not waking up till almost 10! I'm blessed and I always try to keep that in the front of my mind. 

So with that said, 6am is HARD. I have a headache. Not just any headache. The ones where it's all over. Behind my eyes, at the base of my neck, the top of my head. It's a doosey. 

When she wakes up, she wakes up and there is no rest for the weary. It's go, go, go all day.  

Then to top it all off, I have no help. 

I'm all by myself while my husband works, my mother has her own responsibilities, my dad lives 45 minutes away, and my friends don't understand what it's like to have a baby. 

All I want to do is take a loooong nap. 

But that's not going to happen.

When it's days like these, I just want to throw in the towel and quit. How do mothers of 2 or even 6 kids do this?? 

But then I'm reminded of my blessings. I have a husband who has a job that let's me stay home, I have the gospel, I have a healthy, happy, too energized-for-her-own-good baby. I have it pretty good.

But this just proves that even the really blessed have their terrible, no-good, bad days. 

I'm going to hopefully make it through this day with a lot of help from Tylenol, caffeine, sweatpants, and Heavenly Father.