I’m exhausted today.

Last night was not a good night for me. Today has not been a good day so far.

I’m stressed. I’m worried. I’ve spent more time in tears the last two days than I have in the last two weeks. And surprise! It’s not about my surgery.

My kids are driving me batty. I think they’ve come up with an elaborate plan to drive me to the brink of sanity.

It’s working.

They’re definitely winning.