There is a direct correlation between how badly a person needs coffee and how badly that person is going to screw up in attempting to make said coffee.  Today I was momentarily confused to see only clear liquid in the coffee pot.  Was the 'on' button lit up?  Yes.  Had I put in a filter and grounds?  Yes.  Did I... oh.  Yeah.  Forgot to pour the water into the machine.  Time to put on the dunce cap and sit in the corner and blog while I wait for the coffee to actually brew.
I told E the other day that  I was so tired, I felt like I could sleep for a week and still wake up tired.  I don't think it's physical exhaustion.  I think it's deeper than that.  That tends to happen to me when I think I've got everything under control.
Here is a brief list of lies I realize I was telling myself:
Months since I have seen Skittles (a.k.a. the Munchkin)?  Eh, talking on the phone is close enough.
Teeny Bear going to prom the same year as my baby brother?  That doesn't turn my brain inside out THAT bad.
Ladybug  looks 2 years older with her new haircut?  No matter; I'm fully ready for my baby to grow up.
Baby Duck wants to have a slumber party for her birthday with 6 of her closest friends?  That'll be easier than inviting the entire class to Chuck E. Cheese or something.
E has to go out of town on a moment's notice?  It's been that way for a long time... surely it's not getting worse...
We're shorthanded at work and they need me to fill in?  That's okay, my house won't fall down without me...
No wonder sleep isn't helping...

CL