No redo, thanks.
Today came, it saw, it kicked my butt. I'm wiped. Tuesdays are our rough days. Dave teaches at 8 and has lab at 1, and in the hours in between he barely has a chance to catch his breath. He usually picks the young man up at the bus stop in the afternoon because Henry gets home right in the middle of Holly's second nap, but on Tuesdays, Holly and I are on our own. The stretch after Holly's morning nap is the worst, because she's cranky after a few hours and by that point I feel like I've hit the bottom of my bag of tricks. To add insult to injury there's usually at least an hour and a half to go before we can leave for the bus stop.
Starting in middle school and continuing through the time when I worked a full-time job, about twice a year I'd be so overwhelmed by exhaustion I'd come home and go straight to bed. Sometimes I'd wake up and have a little dinner, but usually I slept through until morning. It cured what ailed me and freshened me right up. I'm feeling the need to do that today, but don't have the luxury of being able to do it. Fortunately Holly's still napping and Henry's indulging in his latest TV obsession, The Electric Company (He loves the guy who beat boxes. Of course.) so I'm sneaking in a little rest. Soon Dave'll be home, we'll go vote, then figure out what to do about dinner, walk the dog, and finally, blissfully, go to bed.