In less than 12 hours I’ll be on a bus leading a large group of elementary school kids into the mountains.
I wonder if that is one of the reasons I feel tired even though it isn’t quite 9pm. I think my body is trying to tell me that I should get to sleep.
Or maybe it is just telling me that raising a one-year old is exhausting. Especially when he is still recovering from a cold and entering a fussy cycle.
Or maybe it’s both. But my son is asleep and my bags are packed. Just one more decision to make.
Read Tarzan of the Apes or watch an episode of Highlander. Can’t do both. There can be only one. (Tarzan yell.)