Remember when pulling an all-nighter was fun? Well it definitely isn’t at my age, especially when you have children and when it is only because you couldn’t sleep. I know where I was last night and my clothes aren’t on backwards so that’s a good thing, but I’m just too old for this.  My clothes always stayed in the correct place, but I did have a neighbor who found her underwear on her front walkway one morning. I prefer to keep mine on at all times while I’m out but to each his own, who am I to judge? Who am I kidding, I judge all the time, the little tramp.

So this morning I keep finding myself with my head on the kitchen table laying in a pool of my own drool. Don’t you hate when you get to that point where coffee no longer has any effect? You’re shaking like crazy and look like you have been doing heroin, but you keep falling asleep standing up. Today I’m trying a caffeine IV which is going to make it difficult to get my Fitbit steps up today. Good thing I have dogs.

Of course the school keeps telling my children that breakfast is the most important meal of the day so there was no way I was getting out of that today. I tried telling them today was our fasting day for our religion, Mommyisfreakingtiredism, but they didn’t buy it. I’m not really sure what I packed them for lunch. I vaguely remember a bag of Oreos and a tube of toothpaste. This is a great time to reinforce that they need to be thankful for whatever they have.