Yesterday was better than the day before. This morning, objectively speaking, isn't any worse than yesterday. It's just been a long week, what with the cold-turkey on the pacifiers on Monday (and I'm not even the one who's taking her to the pediatrician this morning).
Then in a week and a half, it's grandparents camp! Of course in-between that we're losing a full day to a dentist's visit (most likely), but still. And I even get a weekend all by my very self at the end of that.
Besides, if I ran away to the circus, who would write all these bloody briefs?