Stitch This

I cried today.

it wasn’t bad

nor was it good

But I wasn’t sad.

i was tired, bone weary, dipped, inert.

exhausted, plain sleepy, wrung out, not alert.

sonambulant, just dozy, fatigued and clapped out

knackered and frazzled, my brain had checked out.

if Inuit have zillions of words to mean ‘snow’

i wonder how many versions of ‘tired’ mothers know?