I. Am. Exhausted.

This morning I was up at 6.30 to shower. OhMyGawd a shower? You’re thinking. Yeah, usually I roll outta bed at 7, bring the kids to school in sweats at 7.45 and then work out before getting ready to face the day at the lovely hour of 11am. I suppose I should thank my husband a little more heartily for that. This morning I had to get up, shower, blow dry and put on a skirt not meant for tennis in order to go to the LA Auto Show. Why? …