Confessions Of A Failure

I have had a night.  It's 9 and I just got the kids to bed - M2 goes down anywhere from 7 to 7:30 and M goes down at 8. 

Yep, that kind of night.

I am spent and exhausted and have no energy.

None. Nada. Zip.

And all I can think about is that I am suppose to run tonight. That I can't wait another day, I've put it off for too long. If I don't I will feel terrible. And terribly lazy.

And then I think about the mess from dinner. The laundry in the dryer. The trash that needs to go out. The white packing foam that M2 managed to shred into a million impossible little pieces.

Yep, that kind of night...