I feel a bit like I've been run over by a truck. I've got PMS, I've been changing up my exercise routine, and I'm the mother of a three-year-old. I don't really think it's surprising that I'm a bit on the tired side.
This morning Michael and I were sitting on the sofa watching Lilo and Stitch while Andy finished up getting ready. Michael laid back and told me that he was tired.
I laid down next to him and said that I was tired too.
Michael looked me dead in the eye and said, "Mommy, you are not allowed to be tired."
If he was older, I think I would have grounded him.