Can I pass out now?

I'm bone tired. Brad had surgery this past Wednesday, and just came home about two hours ago. Sleeping at the hospital, then driving home near midnight because I forgot Katie had an awards ceremony on Thursday, so the babysitter who was GOING to spend the night with the kids didn't, and we had to wake them up so I could take her home. I did get a good seven hours sleep Wednesday night, though, which I wouldn't have gotten sleeping on the hard hospital chairs. Wednesday, it was up, no time for shower, good thing the hospital is so freezing that I didn't sweat yesterday, wake up Olie, no really, you gotta get up, put something nice on, get Katie to school, go and help set up for the ceremony, get a seat and WAIT, take pictures of Katie, take pictures of Joseph because his mom couldn't be there and I know she scrapbooks, pictures of Carol for her mom, close-ups of Beth because Amy's digital died and she only had a non-zoomer, walk Katie back to class and speed away in the van to pick up the babysitter, drop her and Olie off and change clothes to accommodate the freezing hospital, zoom off there, get half a protein bar in me, grab a ruby red grapefruit juice in the cafeteria, hide it since Brad can only have ice, spend all day in the chair, some walking Brad around the loop, gotta go take the babysitter home, take the kids to see Brad, thank goodness for McDonalds on the way, WAIT MOMMY, MY BEAR'S SHIRT IS GONE! going back down the corridor till we found the bear's karate shirt, visit Brad, take the kids out of the room so he can try to go pee pee for the nurses, ten minutes later he still can't so I take the kids home, stopping at the grocery store for strawberries, bananas, and treats to celebrate Katie's summer birthday with her class (spend more more more time than my nerves could handle looking at labels to make sure there is no chocolate, lactose, and have not been in a ten mile radius of equipment used to process peanut), stuff them in bed, Katie has a breakdown which takes almost an hour to handle, I grab some Colby cheese, go through emails, check my friend John's blog which is still not updated, email him about strawberry pie, and hit the bed running, after downing my sleeping pill. Up this morning at sevenish, run a bath, promptly fall back asleep in bath until near eight thirty, have to wash Katie's hair, get myself dressed and tell Katie more than once that I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WEAR, IT'S THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! and somehow get her to school one full minute before the bell rings at 8:45. Off again to grab the babysitter, off to the hospital, grab my ruby red grapefruit juice, walk with Brad, sit down and promptly fall asleep in the hard chair, holly calls me, my phone plays "Take on Me" by A-Ha, can't get it in time, don't know how to get my messages, good thing I know Hol's number by heart, walk three loops with Brad, watch him try to eat jello and drink isopure, heh he's going home, carry two bags around my neck, one bag in right hand, stack of books and juice in left hand, and he barks out "PILLOW", nodding to his pillow that it seems he thinks I should carry (WHERE? WITH WHAT EXTRA BODY PART?) and that he can't place on his lap for the wheelchair ride home, almost strangle him, make it out to the hot van, thank you to the two teenagers in the elevator who let me go first, crank the air, go and sit and wait for Brad, take him home, trying to go easy on the bumps, get him in bed, start cleaning up the house, take babysitter home, drop off prescription, get home, clean, there's Dorothy at the door with chicken Parmesan and spaghetti, hot from the oven, and hot buttered french bread, thank God for Dorothy, rip into the dinner since I last ate sometime last night, kids love the bread, and blog for a few minutes before going to pick up prescriptions.
And so, can I pass out now? Just for a few millennia.