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I am exhausted. I feel like I've been running around like a maniac since I got up this morning. Admittedly, my mother let me sleep late, and I'm very grateful for that, but then I had to get up, get everybody ready to go, sort some laundry, deal with some important phone calls, then drive 40 minutes to a new chiropractor. Then after a very very long, exhausting visit, I drove back home, picked up my mother, Eva and the two little ones and dropped my mother and Eva off at the mall. Then I picked up Raffi and drove him to my inlaws' house. As soon as I got back, I picked up my mom and Eva and took my mother to the bus, then I went home and picked up Gary. He drove me to the supermarket and I shopped, then he picked me up and took me home and oh my goodness, it's 8pm? I have been running around for eight hours?!? No wonder I'm so tired. Driving in the rain with two cranky toddlers is enough to wear anybody out. Now I get to help Eva make potato salad for tomorrow party and pretend to watch her movie and then I CRASH.