Today I accidentally worked three extra hours.
It’s a boring story involving my lack of attention and complete denial that it’s December.
So I won’t tell that story.
I am really, really tired because I accidentally failed to drink any caffeine today.
That’s another boring story involving my lack of grocery shopping and failure to cook anything in many days.
Today, I wore pajama pants all day. I am exceedingly grateful that my drives from here to there throughout the day did not require me to get out of the car because I am very judgmental about people wearing pajamas in public and yet, here I am. In pajama pants. All day.
Tomorrow my husband is flying to Seattle. I remain behind to drive my kids around, to work and to take care of all the mundane yet life-preserving details involved in taking care of a family.
So off I go to sleep . . . because in exactly six hours, I have to drive my baby boy to high school.