Every morning I rip myself out of my amazingly comfortable bed (my bed really is heaven), with promises of the sweet nap I will let myself take once I am done with work.

I NEVER get my nap.

I think I started making these empty promises to myself in 2006.

And yet, I continue to fall for it every GD morning.

All I really want is a week to myself.

I don't think that is too much to ask.

It must be. I can barley get a day to myself.

In case you couldn't tell I am wicked tired today.