being a grownup is exhausting

I just got Kiddo home from her first ever, official high school dance. Between getting her ready, getting her there, and getting her back again (a dance that ends at midnight on a Thursday, what the hell?) I am exhausted. She could talk about her night for another few hours, I'm sure; what I wouldn't give for just a sliver of her energy.

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