I have to be up early today in order to drive Mike to his 6:30AM class and then come home to shower and get ready for MY day to then drive back to the same institution to go to work. (All because of our "car situation". We only have ONE. And our schedules DO NOT match up in ANY way shape or form.) And I'm SO tired.
But, excuse me? Why am I complaining like a baby?? HE'S the one who actually has to THINK at this time of the morning. Even take exams on some days. So really...he's the one who should be tired and complaining. But just for this moment, I feel a teeny tiny slice of his pain. Well...maybe I don't. But I'M STILL TIRED!