Even during weeks like this one, where I only work 4 days (11 hours a day, mind you), and my kids are managable...no big fights or disasters to speak of....my bed calls me the minute I walk in the door.
By 7:30, I have to constantly remind myself that I am 24 years old. It is not normal for me to go to bed yet, even though, every day, I am physically and mentally exhausted by 3:40.
I wonder what it's like to have a job where you leave with energy...
Something tells me I'd miss the moments that exhausted me.