I am tired. Very, very tired.

It seemed like such a very, very, very good idea to complete four of my six planned shopping trips last night, on both the way to work and on the way home. I lazily hung out at work till around midnight, and then decided to STILL do all my shopping.

The result? Tons of cheap organic cereal, low fat hfcs-free yogurts for the kiddos, cheap soda for the hubs, drugstore goodies for the oldest and the mommy, and one very, very, very tired mother who crawled in bed around three only to be woken up around five by a husband who wanted to know which car to take. It took me ages to get back to sleep from there, because the mini me was sleeping on my head. (No, she still hasn't stopped that).

And so, it's a tired, grumbly sort of day, even more so because in my sleep induced haze I think I must have told my husband to take my car, and therefore cannot go geocaching.

Not a happy camper right now. Plus I have to put away all the the groceries that I got last night and do school and make lunch and well, be a mommy.

I wonder why life doesn't stop when we're tired? It should. There should totally be a pause button that makes it all go away so we can nap.