Let me guess how your week went.
- You woke up before anyone else — or you were woken up by someone else, which is a completely different experience and significantly less peaceful.
- You made lunches
- remembered the permission slip that was due yesterday
- answered seventeen messages before 9 a.m.,
- held it together at work, held it together for the kids,
and then somewhere around 9 p.m., after the dishes and the bedtime routines and the one child who suddenly needed to talk about their feelings at the exact moment you sat down, you finally exhaled.
And then you did it again the next day. And the day after that.
If you are tired right now, deeply, bone-tiredly tired, I want to say something to you that I wish someone had said to me a long time ago: that tiredness is not a flaw in your character. It is not a sign that you are failing. It is not something to push through, perform past, or apologize for.
It is a message. And it’s worth listening to.
The Story We Tell About Being Tired
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that solo moms carry. It is not just physical, though it is absolutely that too, let’s not minimize the fact that you are doing the work of a whole household largely by yourself. It’s emotional. It’s mental. It’s the kind of tired that a full night’s sleep doesn’t fully fix, because it’s been building for months, maybe years.
And yet, we don’t talk about it the way we should. Instead, we say *I’m fine* on autopilot, because it’s easier than explaining. We say *I’m just tired* like it’s a small thing, like it’s a footnote, not the whole story. We scroll past articles about rest and self-care and think: *that’s nice, but not right now. Maybe in the summer. Maybe after things slow down.*
Things don’t slow down. You know this.
The story we’ve been told — the one about the strong woman who keeps going, who doesn’t complain, who holds everything together without asking for too much, is a story that has cost us. It’s cost us our health, our joy, our peace, and honestly, a lot of really good naps.
Strength is real. Resilience is real. But there is nothing strong about running yourself into the ground and calling it virtue.
What Your Tiredness Is Actually Saying
Here’s what I’ve come to believe: our bodies and our souls are far wiser than we give them credit for. When exhaustion settles in and doesn’t leave, it’s rarely just about needing more sleep. It’s a signal. A nudge. Sometimes, if we’ve been ignoring it long enough, a full-on alarm.
It might be saying: “you have been giving without replenishing for too long.”
It might be saying: “there are emotions you’ve been outrunning that need to be felt.”
It might be saying: “the pace you are keeping is not sustainable, and something needs to change.”
Or it might simply be saying: “you are human. You have limits. And that is not a design flaw.”
I spent a long time treating my own tiredness like an inconvenience — something to manage, something to push through until the next school holiday or the next weekend or some imaginary future moment when life would finally feel lighter. What I didn’t realize was that by constantly overriding the signal, I was also overriding myself. My needs. My limits. My very legitimate need for rest.
Solo parenting doesn’t come with a backup. There’s no one to tap in when you’re running low. Which means the only person who is going to protect your energy is you. And that starts with taking the message seriously.
Rest Is Not a Reward You Have to Earn
This is the part that took me the longest to unlearn: the idea that rest is something you get to have *after* you’ve done enough. After the to-do list is finished (spoiler: it never is). After the kids are older. After things settle. After you’ve earned it.
Rest is not a reward. It is a requirement.
There’s a reason Matthew 11:28 has carried so many people through so many impossible seasons: *“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”* Not *come to me after you’ve handled everything first.* Not *come when you’ve got nothing left and no other options.* Just — come. As you are. Tired and undone and holding more than you should have to hold alone.
That invitation is for YOU. Specifically for you.
Rest — real rest, the kind that restores rather than just pauses — looks different for everyone. For some of us, it’s a slow morning with no agenda. For some of us, it’s ten minutes of silence in the car before we walk into the house. For some of us, it’s saying no to one thing this week that we would normally say yes to out of guilt. For some of us, it’s finally asking for help and actually accepting it when it’s offered, which, if we’re being honest, is its own kind of miracle.
It doesn’t have to be a spa day (though absolutely, yes, if you can swing it). It just has to be real, intentional, and unapologetic.
Giving Yourself Permission
I think about the women in this community often — the ones who are up early and up late, who are building something out of circumstances they didn’t choose, who love their children fiercely and feel guilty about wanting five consecutive minutes of quiet. I think about how hard it is to give yourself permission to stop, even briefly, when there is always something else that needs doing.
So let me be the one to say it plainly: you have permission.
You have permission to be tired without pretending you’re not. You have permission to rest before you reach your limit, not after. You have permission to need things — support, silence, help, a meal you didn’t cook, a conversation that isn’t about logistics. You have permission to take the exhaustion seriously as information, and to make at least one small change in response to what it’s telling you.
You do not have to wait until you are completely depleted to decide you deserve care. That is not the bar. The bar is not depletion. The bar is simply: *I am a person who needs things, and that is allowed.*
A Gentle Nudge for This Sunday
Before the week picks up again, before the alarms and the lunches and the full-speed-ahead of Monday morning, I want to invite you to sit with this for a moment.
**What is your tiredness actually telling you right now?**
Not the surface-level tired. The deeper kind. The one underneath the busyness, if you were to get quiet enough to hear it.
And then this is the harder part — what would you do about it? Not someday. Not after things calm down. This week. One small thing.
- Maybe it’s going to bed an hour earlier instead of scrolling.
- Maybe it’s canceling something that was never really for you.
- Maybe it’s finally saying to someone in your life: *I need help, and I mean it this time.*
Tired isn’t weakness. Tired is your body and your spirit asking for something they deserve. And you, more than anyone, know how to show up for the people you love.
It’s time to be one of them.
*Until next Sunday — take care of yourself, love your people, and keep going.*
**Xo, MaryAnne**
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