I have worked a combined 30 hours in the last two days. I'm not really tired, which is suprising. But then again, all I have done is gone to work, gone home, and, fairly immediately, gone to bed.
So I thought I was managing pretty well.
That was until I ran to the bathroom this morning to get rid of half of the morning coffee and realized that my underwear were inside out.
And a thong.
I remain perplexed as to why it took a visual to bring me to these realizations.