Zzzzzzz....*blink blink*

When I was younger, the events of this weekend wouldn't have effected me as much as they do now. But, here I am on the worst day of the week (yes, I hate Mondays) realizing that despite having a fabulous weekend with my family and kids, I'm exhausted.

In total, I was in my car almost as much as I was awake and spending time with my family. It took about nine hours on Friday to get to my dad's house, but add in dinner with Carolyn and Amos, we didn't get to dad's until 2:30am. I woke at 6am on Saturday to the pitter-patter of little Doogan feet ready to go out for a potty break. I then drove to Springfield, IL (four more hours round-trip) to pick up my kids. On Sunday, I drove the kids back to Litchfield to meet their mom -- another 3 hours in the car. Then we left my mom's gravesite around 4:00pm and headed down the road. Fourty miles down the road we realized that we had left Carolyn's laptop. Dad met us in Stanton (24 miles back up the road)...and then we "officially" got on the road. It took almost ten hours to get home, arriving at 2:45am.

After all was said and done, I spent about 26 hours in the car, behind the wheel, attempting desperately to keep my eyelids open. I think I'm going to bed early tonight.