We rushed and rushed this morning. Meeting at school after drop off then home for an hour to have lunch and quickly make dinner for tonight and grab snacks for the afternoon practices and get practice clothes/equipment ready and then back into the car to get to playgroup and we got here and
he.
just.
can’t.

I’ve woken him up three times and his little eyelids flutter, his head flops forward and he mumbles, “okaybutnotrightnow” and though he’s trying with all his might, he can’t keep his eyes open.

He.
Just.
Can’t.