If you’ve ever been awake at 3 a.m. with your mind racing and your body running on empty, this is for you.
It’s 3 A.M., and I Can’t Sleep
It’s 3 a.m., and I’m wide awake. Not because I want to be — but because my youngest, at 14 months, wakes up screaming in the middle of the night until I bring her into our bed.
We’re finally getting the older two to sleep in their own beds, and now she’s taken their place. I’m exhausted before the day even begins.
Lately, everything feels like it’s pressing down on me. My mind won’t stop racing — work deadlines, the house, the kids, the never-ending to-do list. Things I haven’t done, things I’m too tired to start.
This morning, in a haze of mindless scrolling while trying to calm my brain and maybe catch another hour of sleep before my 5 a.m. start, I decided something needed to change.
So I started a blog. A space to share my struggles, my story, and maybe connect with other moms who are just trying to make it through the day without falling apart.
The Weight of It All
At work, I’m behind. I’m an accounting manager, juggling deadlines, nonstop emails, and constant client or employee needs. My inbox is overflowing, my brain fog is thick, and I feel like I’m forever trying to catch up.
At home, the pace doesn’t slow down. My day starts before the sun — often before 5 a.m. — so I can work in the quiet hours before my kids wake up. I’m in the office from 9 to 4 most days, but to make a full 40 hours, I log back in when the kids are sleeping.
By 7:30 a.m., all three kids are up and the morning rush begins. My husband’s already at work, so it’s on me to make breakfast, get everyone dressed, and get them to daycare or school before heading to the office.
When I get home in the late afternoon, I’m running on fumes. But there’s dinner to make, dishes to wash, and bedtime routines to manage. By the time the house is quiet, it’s 8:30 p.m., and I’m too drained to enjoy even 20 minutes of “me time.”
It’s no wonder I’m wide awake when the baby cries in the middle of the night — my body’s tired, but my mind never stops.
Marriage in the Middle of Chaos
My husband and I have been together for 16 years, and for most of that time, I’ve carried the bulk of the mental load. We’ve been in therapy for the past year, working on shifting responsibilities and improving communication.
It’s better than it was a year ago, but it’s still hard. He says he’ll step up — and sometimes he does — but often, the follow-through isn’t there. And I end up holding the list again.
Home Projects and Piled-Up Lists
Somewhere in the chaos, we decided to start a major kitchen remodel — tearing it down to the studs and rebuilding. It’s been months and it’s still not done. The kitchen is livable now, but far from finished. The project list keeps growing, but my time and energy keep shrinking.
Why I Started MomLogged
It’s just… a lot.
My brain is always running, my lists never stop. So I started this blog to talk about the parts of motherhood people don’t talk about enough. The part where you can love your kids and your life more than you ever imagined, and still feel like it’s too much.
The part where you give everything, and still feel like you’re falling short.
But here’s the truth: we’re not failing.
We’re surviving.
And maybe, if we talk about it honestly, we can figure out how to go from just surviving… to actually thriving.
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