Maybe the Tank is to blame, for waking up at six a.m.. On a Saturday. It was still dark!
Perhaps it's the seven loads of laundry (washed, dried, sorted, folded, and PUT AWAY!) that I did this afternoon.
Maybe it's the three loads of dishes and four meals I've cooked in the last 36 hours.
It could be the turbo-speed housecleaning I did this morning, which, clean! Yay!
Possibly also the whirlwind drop-in visit from Soon-to-be-Ex-Husband this afternoon, which kind of sucked, but left both girls in a reasonably pleasant mood.
But whatever the reason, I am tired tonight. Weekends are meant for R&R, for fun activities, for lounging around in your pajamas with a cup of tea. Weekends are for sleeping in. Weekends are supposed to be, you know, like, pleasant. No drudgery allowed.
Better luck tomorrow.