There are occaisionally days when I borrow the phrase "I'm running out of spoons". Spending the weekend working in the garden to get soil amendments into the soil before the rain came (didn't quite get it all done) meant that l slept like several short planks last night. And this morning was hard work to wake up.
l really struggle when my day starts like that. Fortunately it gets a easier to cope as the day passes, but when l get home l really appreciate that my beloved has a hot cup of tea waiting as l walk through the door. Even though I've had cuppas during the day, that is the one that puts all things right again.