Desperate Housewife

Have you ever had one of those days where you are just purely exhausted at the end of the day but as you reflect over the day, you really can't think of what you've done? That was me yesterday. That's why I'm posting this morning, I was just too tired to do it last night.
Nothing that exciting happened but I was knackered (English for bone tired) by 8pm.
We got up and got ready for the morning; I blogged a bit and got the kids fed. Then we headed to John's work to drop off the coffeemaker, then to Target, and finally over to LISTOS (a preschool learning center) in O'side. Came home for lunch and naps. While the kids slept, I laminated Andy's weather frog (something I got for his birthday and am just now getting around to putting together). I think this was the part that really wore me out. It's mentally tiring trying to line up the laminate sheets to the crazy shaped pieces and then cutting them out. And it was physically tiring sitting bent over to cut out all the pieces.
Andy got up and started his shrieking and newest behavioral demonstration--tossing toys. He ended up with some quiet time in his room. Next thing I knew it was dinner and bath and bedtime. The baby just didn't want to go to sleep and the toddler got bored playing by himself and started crying, which didn't help the baby go to sleep. I ended up just putting both in their respective beds and going downstairs. Thank heavens that actually worked for once b/c I was DONE. Too hot, too tired and too frazzled.
I did the dishes and swept. And basically dozed off on the couch at 8pm.
I pulled myself off the couch at 10, disturbed the baby when I checked to make sure he wasn't too cold, so I fed him. Then I was awakened at 12:30, 2:15, 4:25, and 6:05 for feedings!
I can't wait to start fruits and veggies in three weeks. I really do want to hold off until he's six months but it's getting rough!
Now that I reflect, I see that I had a fairly busy day. But no worse than usual. I suppose it's just the cumulative effects of the previous few days. I'm still yawning now.
Really, I don't feel like I did that much yesterday but I'm desperate for some more sleep (which is NEVER going to happen again---at least not for the next 18 years).
Ever have one of those days? Not sure what you did but sure that you're worn out!