If it wasn’t for having to keep track of life events like my son’s birthday, I’d have no idea what day of the week it is. I suppose that’s the mark of a decent week off work, but it’s still confusing at times.
Today’s parties were a success, but I’m pretty wrecked. Up early, out early, lots of cleaning in the middle, and then the second party. People just finished leaving a while ago. The kids have been asleep for hours, but adult stuck around to chat.
Writing this, I realize that I’m so tired my teeth hurt. I’m going to call it a night and hope the kids sleep in.