The day is done in my book; dishes done, baths given, bellies full, books read, teeth brushed, kitchen floor swept, kids in bed.
I am beat. The Collective pulled one stunt after another, today. Pink Ninja, has started screeching in order to communicate. Dash, well lets just say, he was defiant most of the morning, and well into the afternoon. I have a basket full of trains, and track in my possession to prove it.
I have a headache, and feel as though I ran a marathon. So I am headed to the tub, I am going to soak and read. I hear my luxurious bed calling my name. I seriously can hear it.
I am hoping to be in bed by 9pm. That gives me at least 8-9 hours of sleep. Ya-freaking-hoo!!