It's Sunday night. Hoo rah.
Worked all weekend. I'm so tired.
Laundry to do. Coffee pot needs to be set up. Get Monday lunches made.
Lay out clothes, backpacks by door.
Because, oh yeah - I have to work tomorrow, too.
I need a bath.
The dishwasher has to be unloaded and re-loaded.
Did I mention I was tired?
I have my wine in hand.
All will be fine.