Hi God, it’s me . . . the tired mom.

I was up all night with a sick baby. Every 20 minutes, he needed comfort. Each time I felt myself relax and close my eyes, the baby needed me. When he finally settled down around 5 a.m., the toddlers crawled in bed to snuggle. My days start with tears, diapers, messes, and snacks . . . so many snacks. This routine is exhausting.

Do you know how tired I am?

I used to be full of energy. I used to make things happen. Once upon a time, I had big dreams. Now, my only wish (and what I’ve wanted for my birthday for the last three years) is a long, uninterrupted nap. Wouldn’t it be nice if mothers were prescribed daily naps? One can dream. For now, I guess I’ve gotta skip my Netflix shows (and actual adult conversations with my husband) and hit the hay super early. I need to be asleep by 9, so I have to be in bed by 8. If I don’t get decent sleep, my little world crumbles.

Dear God, it’s me . . . the tired mom. And I have nothing to offer you right now.

I’m so tired, my tired is tired. And I’m tired of being so tired all the time.

I know it’s been a while since our little family celebrated Sabbath. But, God, you know how tired I am.

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Church is exhausting. Getting two toddlers and a baby ready for Sunday service is simply hardand adds to my tired. I hate being tired.

I take my vitamins, drink water, try to avoid sugar, but the tired still creeps in. Maybe the new B-complex supplement will give me the boost I need to return to society. Right now, I’m simply surviving on drip coffee and car naps. The car naps save me. I load all three kids up, drive to a coffee shop far away, and just sit. I sit in silence drinking my coffee and think about how tired I am.

I wish someone would strap me in a car seat and make me take a nap.

Sometimes during the long car drives, I pray or listen to a podcast.

Dear God, it’s me . . . I’m too tired to pray. But I’m here, and I haven’t forgotten You. One day I will pray more.

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Right now, my prayers are interrupted by kids asking for another snack. My thoughts are scattered because I’m trying to find a lost glove, a robot toy, and the baby’s applesauce before total chaos breaks out. Spoiler alertI never beat the chaos clock.

But you already know how tired I am, right? And when I complain about how tired I am, You don’t tell me to drink more water, workout at 5 a.m., and keep taking those vitamins even though they taste awful.

You just say, “I know.”

Dear God, it’s me . . . the tired mom. I have nothing to offer you, except for my very tired self. And lately, I’m finding less self and more tired. So, I don’t really know who I am most days except mother and housekeeper to three wonderful, but exhausting children.

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I guess I am like my child in many ways. I need you every 20 minutes. I am restless. I ask you a million questions. “Why won’t my kids go to sleep?!” is my favorite one. I don’t have much to offer you except quick prayers as I sip my cold coffee and roll my eyes because I have to scrounge up another snack. (I’m trying to break the eye-rolling habit. It’s hard.)

Dear God, I bring you my tiredall of it. I bring you my weary mind and my overwhelmed heart. Thank you for accepting me just as I am. And in another season we will go back to church.

I haven’t forgotten. I am just tired.

Audra Powers

Audra is a wife and a stay-at-home mom to three young children in Albuquerque, New Mexico. She loves hiking, music, and thrifting. Audra writes about faith, family, and living motherhood empowered. You can follow her adventures in motherhood on Instagram @audrapowers.