Yesterday, Maria was overtired from a fun day on Saturday with her cousins and Grandma. She spent Sunday testing me. ALL. DAY. LONG. Lots of dramatic crying and falling to the ground every time she didn’t like my husband’s or my response .. “Noooooo!” At the end of the day, when she was finally in bed, Chad asked me “who do you think is more tired: you or the marathoners?” I didn’t put in anywhere near the physical exertion they did (although carrying her out of church kicking and screaming was hard!), but my head was swimming all day. I think this might be motivation to try running one next year… If for no other reason, I’d at least get a few hours by myself on a Sunday morning.