I cannot go on. It's four in the afternoon. My morning caffeine high is long gone, and I have hours and hours to go before I manage to get to bed. I am quite certain I could crash to the floor this instant and sleep like a rock for a week. Please, can I have just five minutes to pass out? I cannot read one more syllable of Underpants Thunderpants, I cannot even lift my hand to turn the next page, I am THAT tired. Please let my chattering little monkey--who is busy telling me the colors of all the different underpants--please let him not notice that my eyes are closing. Please let him be oblivious as I quietly lose consciousness. Please let me not hear, "Mommy, pick up your head! Mommy, why is your voice sounding funny?" Just five minutes, God, and I'll be a new woman, ready to push through the rest of the day. Thank you.
Amen.
If that prayer gets answered, let me know. I'll start a novena pronto!
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