Exhausted. Mentally and emotionally drained. And that's where I'm at, at the end of this week. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it. I've been defeated by a six-year-old and a three-year-old. Plus a couple of babies. This is Ross' first week back to school full-time after a wonderfully long summer and spring of being mostly at home. We are grateful he has a job, but we are sad to see him go. This is the first time since March that I have been running solo with all four kids all day everyday. I was feeling pretty low by the end of this week, and then I had to give myself a reality check. We have a friend who has been doing this for a whole year. No nights off. No weekends off. Her husband has been deployed since last fall. I have it pretty good. But, lest you think better of me than you should, sit tight, and I'll give you a little glimpse into our week. We don't do transitions...