I am now two days post-concert, and the fatigue is actually getting worse.
When I finally got home Saturday night I ended up staying up til 5:30....when I then went to bed and had visions of people flashing across my brain, all asking me questions, all asking me what to do next. I have no idea what time I fell asleep.
Sunday morning, Husbandly One (who was already showered and dressed) poked me long enough to get me to wake up. He went back to the site, and an hour later my step father drove me the hotel so I could reconcile the bedroom account for the concert. I got home at 5pm, completely drained. Husbandly One walked through our door at 10pm, we talked and looked at TV for an hour and a half, and then we went to bed.
I went to bed with Husbandly One.
I actually got to feel him fling an arm around my hip before we both collapsed. I can't remember the last time we managed that. Bliss.
This morning, Monday, he left for the hotel at 11am. He kind of woke me to let me know he would be home around two. At 1:30, he called me to say it would be at least 5pm before he got home. And it was pretty obvious to him that his phone call had woken me up.
It is currently 6:30pm. I am still so tired that I want to die. But Husbandly One is still at work, trying to sort out the acounting and put this whole thing to bed.
There is no way for me to explain to you how physically tired I am, so I know there is no way he can explain to ME how tired he is. I worked maybe 20% as hard as he did, and I feel like I'm going to die. He did so much more, but he still gets up every day to go back and do still more.
That man is my hero.