Wearwy Me

I am wearwy, so wearwy that I can't even say the word properly. So this is what it feels like to really work hard. I believe I have truly reached the edges of my mental capacity after a 2-day marathon session of frantic preparations for a group project on a deadline. I used to be pretty proud of my womanly multi-tasking abilities, but I almost let the ball drop today with forgetting Connor at his after-school Chinese class were it not for the call from my wonderful nanny (thank goodness she is back!). I would have come home and wondered where my dear son had gone. If nothing else, I must teach my children to look out for themselves at a young and tender age because it's clearly survival of the fittest in our household. Mommy is just a husk today, a mere shell of her former self -- Ah, to sleep, perchance to dream...