If you are a parent to a child with special needs, then odds are you are familiar with this level of exhaustion. Dog Tired. Yup, that’s me this morning. And every morning lately. But this morning, well it was epic in its bleary-eyed beauty. This morning, before I could find the Visine eye drops my charming child turned to me and said:”wow, are your eyes ever red.” And yes they were. Because I am tired, the kind of tired that comes from shivering for a week without a furnace. The kind of tired that is show week for oldest daughter, when the culmination of running back and forth three nights a week for rehearsals is now – TADA! – the show usually multiplied by six or seven performances. The kind of tired that no coffee can erase, that comes from worrying about a loved one in hospital and trying to advocate non stop for her and for said other child. The kind of tired that makes you want to take a hammer to the HP Pavilion when it crashes for two days. The kind of tired that makes you bark: “Seriously, another school project!” through snarly teeth. The kind of tired from waking early and going to bed late and forgetting to eat in between. The kind of tired that has you second guessing every parenting decision. The kind of tired that is yelly, miserable, even I don’t like me much – yeah that tired. The kind of tired that has you yelling at the kids because they too ARE TIRED and will miss breakfast or be late for school. For the 14th time this week. And then because you cannot see out bloodshot eyes you drive down the road without your glasses or pour orange juice on Rice Krispies. Both true stories. And your entire family collapses in gales of laughter because apparently it is hysterical when the Mommy loses her marbles. And somehow you find the energy to laugh. The manic crazed high pitched laughter that lets tears sneak out your eyes undetected for what they really are. Exhaustion.