This weekend, I have to plant bulbs and grade two classes' worth of papers. Not to mention doing my share of the childcare because Kev has work too. I have 500 e-mails in my Inbox that all need attention. We need all the groceries -- eggs and milk and bread and stuff for next week (it's my turn), and I don't know what I'm going to feed the kids when they wake up. Oatmeal, if they'll eat it. (Aka, gruel.) There are still at least fifty boxes to unpack in the basement, and there's only so long I can ignore them before my brain goes all explodey.
All I want to do is close my eyes and sleep.