Ugh. I have a grotesque need for coffee and it's 8 at night. I thought the single mommyhood of both the toddler and husband before the surgery was rough. Post-surgery? I feel like my knuckles are dragging on the ground. *might be flailing* *can't tell, because can't feel too-tired arms* ^_^
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.