My day has been... well, there aren't any words to adequately describe the busy-ness of my day, which when combined with being on dayquil and then not on dayquil because I ran out (couldn't tell you which was worse) was beyond exhausting. I'll tell a story, because that sentence didn't make sense.
I have a young cousin, W. W is awesome, but he tends to get overstimulated (only when overstimulation is called for, of course). He gets all kinds of tired (as infant bodies do), but sometimes there is also so much Stuff going on that he can't sleep. Such combination of tiredness and interestingness leads to tears. And yelling. This is probably because he is only 6(ish?) months old.
I am having one of those moments. I'm so totally tired. But I'm not wanting to sleep for some perverse reason. So really, I want to cry and scream and be rocked and carried around the room until I fall asleep against a lullaby-ing surface. Instead, I'm going to drink this here orange juice of immunopower and then go to bed. Because tomorrow is also a day when I have to be a grownup.
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*HUG* *HUG*
There.
Oh, and E&W say "Hi!"
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