I am trying really hard to stay up past 9pm lately, but it is JUST not happening. Yesterday was a crazy, chaotic day, and at 9:45, when The Aunt texted to see if I was up I had to answer honestly: NO.
And today? Well, today has kicked my butt. It's 9:34, and I'm seeing it as a personal challenge to stay up until at least ten. Or 9:45. Or just long enough to finish this post. Why did today kick my arse?
Because I went car shopping with The Sister and The Father. God bless me.
Sometimes, it's just easier to let the texts tell the story:
I will tell you the actual story tomorrow. Because for tonight, I'm exhausted.