Rinse & Repeat

I can’t.
It’s never gonna end.
My life is piling up.
Why is this happening?
I’ve lost track of time, what day is today?
Does it even really matter?
I’ve lost track of me.

My husband loves to do the dishes.
It’s his alibi for not changing diapers, wiping tears or facing sibling meltdowns.
But I can’t.
It’s never gonna end.
I’ve lost track of me.

Another chip on another plate.
When did that happen?
I’ve lost track of so much.
Another splinter in our story.
Not broken, just exhausted.

Rinse & repeat.