Tired

I think that 'tired' is the best adjective available to describe the way that I have been feeling lately about so much stuff going on.
I'm so tired of our culture. I'm tired of the commercial-driven religion of 'self' and the doctrine of 'more'. I felt ashamed after watching and enjoying the Coney Island hot dog-eating contest (where contestants eat as many hot dogs as they can in ten minutes), when people who live in Ethiopia, for example, would be disgusted and blown away by such an ironic display and glorification of gluttony. I'm tired of teen pregnancy being glorified through the media and television, without acknowledgement of the consequences of sin and the realities of parenthood. I'm tired of parents trying to live like they're single people, hitting up the bar scene every night, while their little ones are left again and again in the care of another.
I'm tired of people getting killed, but especially over the stupidest things, like drug-driven robberies gone wrong. I'm tired of commercials insinuating through their "clever" use of sexuality that all men desire skinny, skimpy dressed women with ample decolatage, and will continue to regardless of whether they are committed or not, and that women should be ok with that because 'boys will be boys'.
I'm tired of the advent of Tween idols, and the pressure of being cloyingly perfect and thin now being extended to eight and nine year old innocents. I'm also tired of former Tween stars and role model celebrities getting arrested for DUI's, drug addictions, and various other infractions of the law, just to go to a posh rehab for a couple of months and run right back to the environment they came from (knowing it is unhealthy) and get sucked back into the same habits they were involved in before.
I'm tired of the way that I allow the pressure I am under to cause me to treat Elliot unfairly in sin, and of the way that it seems to drain the energy I should be able to give to my sweet boy. I'm tired of the way I sometimes shut Elliot out in the midst of a conflict. I'm tired of the way I hurt him, especially when his heart and intentions are rooted in love.
Most of all, I'm tired of how all of this crap, this sin, hurts Jesus. Scripture talks of how He experienced sorrow to the point of death, and I think that we don't fully comprehend the seriousness and depth of that sorrow. Maybe I am feeling this because the Lord has placed me here for a time, but I know that even then, it is just a glimpse into that place of the Lord's heart. I'm sick of sin, and I know He is too. It is only in this light that His mercy and love gain significance for every single person He willed into existence. So tonight, Father, I pray that You would forgive us, for we truly do not know what we do.