Exhaustion, anyone?

There are times when I finally realize that I have pushed myself to the limits. Both mentally and physically. This was one of those weeks. Without getting into too much detail, the boys and I made an emergency trip home for a few days. Came home to an equally busy weekend. I had double the laundry and house work waiting when I got home, add in entertaining some fabulous friends on Saturday night, and having the boys wake me up at 6:30 every day this week and I'm now officially whipped. It was one of those weeks, that most of us moms have, where you feel like all you did was take care of everyone near and dear, except yourself. Again, add in the workaholic husband that is either too busy or too tired to really help. I'm trying hard not to be bitter or blow a gasket. :) I need the relax fairy to decend from the clouds and bring me champagne, fuzzy slippers and a massage. I think I have ventured into venting territory with this entry and you can tell how tired I am by the unorganized all over the place banter. I know the kids did some funny stuff this week, but my mushy brain is failing ot recognize it. Oh, and add in the overwhelming sadness I get when I think about Henry starting kindergarten in 2 weeks. I need September to get here. Could sure use some college football distraction.