I'm finding that there is only one fix for exhaustion.
That's do absolutely nothing.
So I'm holed up in a swanky hotel doing just that. Okay there's a bit of uni reading I need to do, but I've had a long bath, a gin and tonic, I've gone out and had a burger for dinner (Hungry Jacks, when only the best will do) and I'm ready to have a good lie in tomorrow morning.
And hopefully I wont be falling asleep by midday tomorrow.
At least being away from home I'm not tempted to do anything more than watch telly and read a book.
And at least next week things calm down a lot and the biggest thing that needs doing is the ironing and seeing Dave the Trainer (Cleo is away for a few weeks).
I'm going back to my king sized bed with the 1000 thread count sheets now.