There is an explanation

You read about my insanely productive weekend. As predicted, it was followed by a Monday when I felt absolutely drained. After 8 hours at work, 45 minutes of karate, and 10 laps at the city pool with the kiddos, all I could manage to do by the time I got home yesterday was shower, gratefully eat the dinner my husband prepared, and collapse onto bed with some magazines. My kids woke me up when it was time for me to put them to bed (good kids), and then I swept the magazines I had been pretending to read off the bed and went to bed for real.

There is an explanation for my surge of organizing/cleaning energy, and an explanation for my utter exhaustion. Can you guess?



Is the light from my radiant, beaming smile lighting your part of the world, too?