I am completely spent. exhausted. done. all of my own doing, but in need of rest. every august I try to prepare myself for the crazy. and every september I'm hit in the face with the crazy.
so today I'm going to be tired and I'm going to get to bed at a decent hour. and then tomorrow I'll put my head back into the game.
but this I know to be true: sometimes getting rid of the kids and spending the weekend hanging out with good friends is worth the tired.