As a follow up to my post from earlier this morning (if you didn't see it, read that first. I'm bossy like that). This is Heather. Heather is still tired. Heather has had more coffee and more caffeine and still more sass from her middle schooler. Heather is now multiple levels beyond the 'beyond frustrated' she was this morning because apparently there is no end to hormones and 'tude from the kid. Heather went to the gym. Heather hit shit. And Heather lifted, and lunged, and squatted. And Heather felt better. Until Heather got home and found her middle schooler ignoring his school work and lessons. Heather is pretending she is super happy about the change to online school and is hopeful things will get better. Because Heather is a hopeful person. Heather is ready for wine. But Heather is a big talker and will most likely just open a bottle of water instead. Tomorrow, Heather has therapy, so Heather will feel better again. Totally unrelated (or not) - Heather wishes she had cak...