Kids weren't in bed but I didn't touch them. Had two pieces of dry toast and a 24 oz bottle of ice water. Picked up in the kitchen a bit, switched the laundry and fed the dog, and locked up the chickens. I refilled my water bottle, and now I'm back in bed.
My nanny quit. The one who brought her mom out, remember? She slept in Monday morning then had her feelings hurt that DH fussed at her. I took his side, obviously. When I got home she was packing her car. She screamed at me in my own house for about 20 minutes about how we're terrible people and she'll get a job somewhere else. I'm very, very introverted so having that confrontation and keeping my cool the whole time left me 100% emotionally drained. I cried the whole rest of the day.
Luckily one of my mom friends (who is a teacher) didn't have any plans for this week. She brought her dd who is the same age as my son, and she's been taking them to swim lessons and meals, and giving them baths and naps, picking up around the house, going to the playground, etc. etc. etc. She really saved my bacon. And I love having her around! It's a win-win.