For the last three days or so, I've felt really tired. Not just normal carrying-around-a-bowling-ball-in-your-uterus tired, but really tired. Like I have the flu, except I don't. I've been very good about taking my iron supplements AND my pre-natal vitamins, so I'm going to go ahead and go with African Sleeping Sickness.
Last night was kind of a low point.
On Wednesdays, Tyler has Cub Scouts until 7:30, and then (sometimes) a soccer game right after. I totally forgot about the soccer game. I put Nora to bed around 7:15 and turned on some cartoons for Lillian, thinking Tyler would be home in about a half an hour. I laid down on the couch and fell dead asleep, except for once when Lillian woke me up, insisting we switch pillows.
Two hours later, Tyler came home. Maybe because I usually don't let her watch that many cartoons that the novelty of all that TV kept her riveted.
I'm also glad that Lillian is old enough to know that running off into the night by yourself is a bad idea.