What do you need?

The floor is so full of toys you can’t move without stepping on something. The counters are covered in piles of dirty dishes. The mountain of laundry is so steep and high you can’t even open the door to the laundry room. I can’t remember the last time I showered. There is so much to do but I am stuck. Paralyzed by a crushing desire to sleep. I am so exhausted, so overwhelmed, so overextended.

People ask me how they can help. They tell me just to call if I need anything. The truth is I am not going to ever call someone up and ask for the things I need. Maybe some people would be able to muster the guts to do that but I don’t have it in me. So here, this is what I need. I need someone to send in a fairy godmother who will make my house spotless, have the toys organized, and sort through all the unpacked boxes in the basement. I need a feeezer full of good, healthy, hearty, home cooked meals that I didn’t have to make and that my children would enjoy. I need a millionaire to send money to pay for the bills that are piling up and the medical expenses that won’t quit. I need someone to watch my kids, so I can breathe, sleep, shower, eat a hot meal, take care of myself. I need to not worry about my kids the second they are out of sight. I need my son to get better. I need the fight for funding to be over. I need my leave to not be over in 5 short months. I need to not have to shove a tube in my kids nose so he gets enough nutrients to survive each day. I need to not have a different appointment (sometimes multiple appointments) each day. I need to not feel like I am drowning.

It’s been a hard day and I’m feeling sorry for myself but it doesn’t erase any of what I said. I wish I could just go to bed and sleep for a few days or take a vacation for a while but I have to keep going, keep fighting, keep swimming. I have to do it. My babies need me and no one can take care of them how I can.