An Old, Middle-Aged Kind of Tired
When I was an exhausted, maddened, rabid, smitten younger mother to an infant or two, I growled at anyone who would listen, “Never compare your little bit of tired to a nursing mother.” So I won’t. It’s not that bad. When I wake up for a few moments in the night – with achy hips and shoulders, or else screaming neck and back, maybe my hands asleep from perching across my chest in an average way – I have learned…