Literally, I am exhausted.
Down to my bones, cannot drag myself around the house, dog tired. What I would give for a nice long holiday to a warm place, lazing in the sun (in this fantasy I am 10 kilos lighter of course) and having a nanny to deal with all the toddler attitude and I get all the kisses and hugs and cheeky giggles.
Instead, in about 5 minutes, I have to get Little Miss Muffet into pants (multiple accidents this morning), pack the daycare bag, get myself ready for work and set off. I am so exhausted that I cannot even be bothered ringing in sick for work.