I’m Tired Of Saying, “I’m tired.”


I'm Tired of saying i'm tiredAlmost every day someone asks me, “How are you?”  I usually respond with, “Good, tired.”  Because let’s be honest I am tired.  But I don’t think I even realize I’m saying what it is that I’m saying.

Does that make sense?

Yes, I’m tired.  Physically, emotionally, spiritually, tired.  It’s not just a lack of sleep type of tired it’s a I left my brain somewhere in 2012 and it hasn’t found its way back to my body kind of tired.

Being pregnant, giving birth and then raising tiny humans isn’t easy.  There are days I feel like my very life energy has been sucked out of me.

But, I’m tired of always saying I’m tired.  Not that I am ashamed of being tired.  

Clearly, from my appearance at school drop-off the other moms know I could care less about what anyone thinks of me. 

I’m just so tired that I can’t think of anything else to say about myself. 


I have a lot going on in my life.  And yet, when people ask the only thing I can come up with is that I’m tired. 

No, this will not do.

There was a time not so long ago that when if someone asked me how I was doing and if I did, in fact, respond with the old good, tired response I would have a story as to WHY I was so tired.  

I would be tired for a reason not for a season.  

Most likely I would have a story about hanging out with my friends until the early morning.  Or I would have been up late studying for an exam.  Now, I’m just tired.  Just like I have brown hair or wear glasses.  Tired has become me.  And I’m afraid I’ll just always be TIRED!

Like the elderly woman in a movie who sleeps through tornados only to wake up at the end with a quick one liner about it being drafty.  

I don’t want to be so tired that I miss it!

And so in an effort to rectify my tired situation I’ve decided to stop answering with Good, tired. I’ve decided to start answering with at least one thing about myself.  For instance:

Friend – “How are you doing?”

Me – “Good! I ate a bagel!”

Friend – “How are you doing?”

Me – “Good!  I made my bed!”

Friend – “How are you doing?”

Me – “Good!  I folded laundry!”

So, although my responses may be a bit strange or unnecessary, I feel like I’m making progress.  Yes, I am tired. {I think I’ve established that}  But I won’t let tired become me.  

Just don’t ask me how I’m doing tomorrow.  My kids got up at 5:30 and, well.  I’m…..

I'm tired of saying i'm tired