You know that feeling when you seriously are too tired to even think? When keeping your eyes open is a chore and you are pretty convinced when you're driving that if you just rested your eyes, just for a second, it would feel so good and then you jerk awake having possibly just fallen asleep at the red light? It's that feeling where every teeny tiny little nothing issue becomes a tremendous, life altering, world is ending problem. That feeling where you think everything someone says to you you think is a dig or a poke and you twist it around in your head so that you are pretty sure that person is evil and you don't know why you were friends with them in the first place. That feeling where every chance you get you imagine and dream about being able to just lie down under the covers with your head on a cold pillow. Nothing. Sounds. Better. THIS is how I felt all day today. I've been up since 3:00 this morning. Up with what seemed like a terrorized, screaming little boy (but actually just a boy who had had enough of being alone in his dark room). It's now 8:47 and every few words I type, I close my eyes just to rest. I've already jumped down Tim's throat three times in the seventeen minutes he's been home from work and I the words, "YOU'RE NOT BEING NICE TO ME!" came (make that screamed) out of MY mouth to my 4 year old (that was effective I'm sure).