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So. Fucking. Tired.
I just had a three day weekend--I shouldn't be this tired, honestly. Which isn't stopping me from feeling like I just got run over by a very large truck.
Most people have it in for Mondays. For me? It's Tuesdays. I leave the house at 8:30, so in, well, two minutes, not that I'm out of my pj's yet, and I don't get to be home for more than 40 minutes at a stretch until nearly ten. Work, going to practice before choir, or sometimes more work, play rehearsal, a short break for dinner, and three hours of choir. Tuesdays blow.
And the kidlets have had a four day weekend, since Friday and Monday were days off, so they should be coming back energized and zooey. Wish me luck not killing any of them.
Most people have it in for Mondays. For me? It's Tuesdays. I leave the house at 8:30, so in, well, two minutes, not that I'm out of my pj's yet, and I don't get to be home for more than 40 minutes at a stretch until nearly ten. Work, going to practice before choir, or sometimes more work, play rehearsal, a short break for dinner, and three hours of choir. Tuesdays blow.
And the kidlets have had a four day weekend, since Friday and Monday were days off, so they should be coming back energized and zooey. Wish me luck not killing any of them.