Yesterday I took The Curmudgeon to get a haircut. He’s been desperate to go. His truck won’t start (thank goodness) so he couldn’t drive himself. He is not allowed to drive my van. Ever.

Brought G along too so she could pick up some stuff she needed.

After G was through in the dollar store and bagel shop, we got The Curmudgeon from the salon and put him in the van to wait while we went into the grocery store.

Once home, after the groceries found their places, dogs kept me hopping until time to cook dinner and feed them rolled around.

Then, I finally had a chance to sit when I ate dinner. A wave of exhaustion hit me. Hard. As soon as the dishes were finished, I sat on the couch with Lucy and promptly fell asleep for an hour.

With each day that passes I find I am getting less sleep than ever before. It is turning me into a person that I don’t like.

I am cranky, bitchy, mean-spirited, and temperamental.

There isn’t enough coffee in the world to improve my temperament.

I need a vacation.

I need to recharge.

I need a life that actually has some joy and laughter left in it.