I met a friend for coffee last night, which was a lot of fun, and we stayed way too late just chatting away. As a result I spent most of today being almost deliriously tired.
When we arrived home from picking Harper up at school I repeatedly asked her to check if there was anything for me in her mailbox. I was growing frustrated that she hadn't followed through on my request when she turned to me, exasperated, and said, "Mom, I just don't know what you're talking about!"
And she had every right to be confused, since I was trying to ask her to check her backpack.
Do you think they've already got my name on a room at the asylum?