I am tired.
Actually tired doesn’t begin to describe it.
Near deaths door.
Now we’re talking.
I am not sure if it is because I had two of my three kids home the last four days.
Or because they had friends over.
Or because I had to break up 526 fights.
Or because I had to do 4,518 loads of laundry.
Or because I had to answer the phone 189 times.
Or because my doorbell rang ten times.
Or because yesterday also involved basketball practice, dance, scouts, a PTA board meeting (that I never made it to), and working the concession stand.
Or because after toting three children to basketball practice, dance, scouts, and a friends house I had to take a test.
Three tests to be exact.
Which happened to be two hours each.
You do the math.
And… I didn’t start on them until 9:30pm.
Would you judge me if I crawled back into bed right now?