Tired

It was a long night last night, with little rest for either Mike and I. That said, today I just feel tired. Tired of never feeling like anything I do is important. Tired of just being. Tired of reading the same simple stories, putting together the same simple puzzles, answering the same questions again and again. But most of all tired of being tired of it.

Then again, I also know that there really is no other place I would rather be. I just need to feel like I am making progress, that with what I do all day someone is actually learning something, getting something out of the days worth of activities, whatever the activities might or might not be. (I'll take suggestions for activities to entertain the kids.)

I have to remind myself that I did just give birth 2 weeks ago and then that we will not always be at this stage in life. Both of the girls will keep growing up and learning all the things that they need in life. Maybe I also need to remember though that I am not the only one capable of teaching these kids that which they need to learn, and that this house is not where the world ends.