It is a Fort Collins tradition to wake up and head for First Watch breakfast with all the kids. We take up the big long table in the front and nine orders of our combined special diets takes a comically long time. A good tradition though.

After breakfast, we chatted in our friends’ living room while the kids played inside and outside. When I felt we couldn’t be arriving home any later and still be good citizens of the world the next day, the girls and I packed up the car and drove home.

I had big plans to still tackle some laundry and other chores once we got home, but the couch called out my complete exhaustion, and so I had to collapse. I did manage to order groceries but was rendered otherwise useless for the evening. I tried to feel fine about resting. I didn’t feel fine about it, but such is modern womanhood.