As it is.

I am tired.

Of little whining voices.

Of little voices arguing about whether the door should be opened or closed.

Of "NO!"

Of hitting and spitting and biting.

Of food being thrown.

I am tired of feeling tired all the time,

Of it interfering with my ability to be a good mother.

I am tired of feeling insufficient,

and knowing that I am royally screwing my children up.

I want to run away.

I want to disappear for a week, a month.

I want to be gone long enough to gain a better understanding of myself so that I can be a better mother.