My head tells me that I slept last night. No big kid invasion of the bed. Charming, though he didn't sleep through, only ate three times (over 12 hours so it isn't as bad as it sounds). And though I didn't want to go to bed last night because I hate being awakened and I feared that I would, I was still in bed by 10:30.
I know I slept last night, so why am I so exhausted today?
Hubs and I have always contended that you always feel worse the second day after an all nighter and I'm certainly not proving him wrong.
Maybe it's my kids fault. After all, their gratitude is in the negative numbers. I think Grandma broke them. They get used to the short order kitchen and think it is their right. As much as I love and appreciate the "week off," the next week is always a bear. Or maybe I'm just sleep deprived.
After all, they didn't seem broken on Monday.