What do you do when you haven’t slept the night before and your day is full of work and commitment?
And your eyes are heavy with fatigue and encircled with dark bags?
And as you shuffle to the car to scrape off the ice, you note the murky grey sky   and cold wind;
And your three year old friend tells you
that your car smells like poop
And you look over at the dog and she pants in your face and indeed
the car smells like poop.
And then the dog throws up on the gear box because she ate cat food before leaving the house,
And once home the three year old glues her hand to your tablecloth next to the unfolded laundry and scattered papers and last week’s mail?

It was a very long day, my friends. Very long.