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I Am So F*cking Tired- an article

I am so fucking tired.

I am so tired of being tired.


I am so tired of being so tired that I go to bed at 8:30 p.m., only to lie awake for hours in the middle of the night.


I am so tired of not having time with my spouse to actually enjoy each other or talk about things other than the pandemic.


I am so tired of mitigating risk by the hour.


I am so tired of internally debating whether my kids’ response to something is pandemic-related or not.


I am so tired of selfish people.


I am so tired of dumb people.


I am so tired of lazy people.


I am so tired of being angry.


I am so tired of feeling so much rage toward strangers.


I am so tired of my kids.


I am so tired of my kids not being able to get a vaccine.


I am so tired of talking about new variants. I am so tired of drinking to quell the pain.


I am so tired of living in “Groundhog Day.”


I am so tired of saying, “That’s it, I’m done,” only to, of course, not actually be done.


I am so tired of worrying about long COVID-19 and what we don’t know.


I am so tired of working from home and being interrupted by inane questions from my kids.


I am so tired of looking in the mirror and seeing how much this has all aged me. I am so tired of living day to day.


I am so tired of planning vacations in my head, only to know we won’t be able to safely take them for a while.


I am so tired of witnessing the world burn and knowing my kids’ futures are in jeopardy.


I am so tired of watching this country fold into itself.


I am so tired of worrying these kids will never be able to read or write or do math at the level they should be able to.


I am so tired of worrying that, years from now, the social and emotional repercussions will affect all these kids in innumerable ways.


I am so tired of having a lack of support — not from my spouse or family, but from society as a whole.


I am so tired of not having a game plan to get out of this ... or to have one, only to have so many people ignore it.

I am so fucking tired. 

Originally published on www.huffpost.com on 9/7/2021

Written by Kate Auletta

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