Tired, lawd, tired!

Why are women's lives so crazy? They always have been and apparently always will be. I was up 3x last night with a sick child (who ultimately made me breakfast, God love her); got up to finish laundry, took everyone on a library run, came home to start a report and a proposal which I have just finished. Dinner was sandwiched in there somewhere. Thank God there is no school tomorrow, or I'd have wedged a bath for my boy and a hair washing for my wheezing daughter. As it is, I'm about to jump in bed at 1:10 a.m. and must be ready to conquer the world tomorrow. I may growl at it, but I'm pretty sure that'll be the extent of it.