Yesterday, I was less of a person and more of a heap of pulverized bits of exhaustion. So, while my husband took seriously my explanation that everything was horrible, there was no hope, and nothing was ever going to go well ever again no matter how hard we tried, he also figured out that I should get some sleep. So he got up with the kids, got them breakfast, made sure they were dressed and brushed and had all their various bags and papers and snacks and permission slips, and did the hour-long drive to school and back. And I slept. When he got home, he made coffee and started pumping out the flooding basement. And I slept. This is his only day off this week.
