Could be getting up at 5:30am to get the kids up, dressed, fed (pancakes), and off to school.
Or it could have something to do with me and Daniel running around Wichita most of the day.
Then I drove home, only to turn around and drive to Emily's school to see her do her first Power Point presentation.
Then home again for about 10 minutes until it was time to get Alex.
Then to the carwash to vacuum out the van (gross).
Then back home again, where Alex promptly opened up the broken van door - and as I struggled to fix it (again), it slipped and smashed my hand. It actually looks worse now...hopefully it goes away soon. Stupid broken door. >:(
Supper was good. Stromboli night always goes over well.
But then there's the post-stromboli disaster...
Who knows....maybe it's a combination of everything that's making me feel like crap. But whatever it is, it needs to just hit me and get it over with so that I am a fully functional human being on Saturday for the craft show. Actually, it needs to just skip me so that I can get everything done that I need to get done *before* the craft show.