T-I-R-E-D

Here's my conclusion of the day:

A long flight from Chicago to Frankfurt + not being able to sleep on red eye flights (unless in Business Class, I know, I'm a snob) = Jet Lag

Spending the night on the living room floor with a 65 pound dog recovering from surgery so that I can carry him outside everytime he needs to pee only two days after having returned from the US + still fighting jet lag = A totally delirious hausfrau

Does this give me an excuse to continue procrastinating my unpacking??