Zapped

Every once in awhile I have a day where, by the time Bugga goes to bed, I am absolutely ZAPPED. Just bone-weary from the diapers and the whining and the meals and the cleaning up and the clothes-changing and the vacuuming and the garbage-emptying and the playing and the trying to be cheerful when all I wanna do is crawl in bed for several hundred hours. Today is one of those days.