Current sleep deprivation level: tossed my cell phone in the shred bin–realized what I’d done two hours later; the financial statements I’d meant to shred were still sitting on my desk.

Me and my best friend.

I’m tired. Not a little tired. Not “I could use a nap” tired or “I pulled an all-nighter” tired. Brain-jangling, can’t hear over the noise in my own head, forgot to put the car in park, head wrapped in three layers of wool, are my feet actually touching the ground? tired.

Grad school + work + parenting is not for the faint of heart. The good news? Since the only thing tough enough to kick my ass is me (or a Diet Coke shortage), I’m still juggling everything.

Cheers to the weeke… oh. That’s right. I’ll be at the office.