I worked until midnight.
Came home, staggered into bed.
Realized I wasn't ready for this morning's work.
Staggered to the sofa, prepped for work.
Heard SecondSon fussing.
Sat in dimly lit hallway trying to work while reassuring grumpy toddler that Mommy was still there.
Staggered back to bed just before 2am.
Yes, I'm tired. No, I will not be pleasant to deal with this morning.