Lonley and tired

Well I think I've reached my max. We have been gone for 2 weeks. I was really on a roll with everything. Actually Ive been pretty amazed at how I've handled all 5 kids and the move. It hit me last night around bed time. I am so tired. I really miss my husband. Last night when #5 woke up in the middle of the night I mumbled "Babe...can you get him? I cant take it anymore" Of course he isn't here so I dragged my exhausted behind outta bed for the millionth time. I need my back up. I'm running on fumes. Today we got up quickly and headed to the labor day parade in town. I was out of coffee, hence I was grumpy. The parade was cheesy. The kids had an ok time so that was good. The town is small, grungy, funky, and eclectic. There was a period right out of high school where I took part in many a hippie music festival and raved hard. I was definitely reminded of those days. Good times, well they were then. I'm not so sure how I feel about them now. It's gonna take me awhile to get down with the dirty tye-dye, pot smoking, no bra wearing types again. I have always found bras to be super uncomfortable. I think Ill start there.