Could this day BE any longer?

I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I'm incredibly tired but sleep alludes me.
Last night I decided to start a library book I've had for a while about World War II in an attempt to help me sleep. I think my retention of all things war-related is zero. It's actually embarrassing how little I remember from school in the subject of history. So, I guess the purpose of the book was two fold: maybe learn a little, maybe sleep a little. You can't imagine my surprise when I discovered how interested I was in the book after only a few chapters. (Granted, I am not up on all of the military jargon, but I think I'm following pretty well.) When I finally put the book down it was much later than I'd thought but I fell asleep in record time.
Then, Natalie wakes up at 4:30. Awesome. She went back to sleep until about 6:30, I did not. We had to leave the house by 7:30, which we did, but it wasn't pretty and it didn't feel quite right. In the car I was putting on my earrings when one slipped and fell into that one spot you just can quite reach with your hand. You know, the one in the console, by the cup holder? Anyway, Natalie spent the day with her dad and I spent the day helping out at the office I used to work at. It was nice because I was able to visit with people I haven't seen in a couple of years. On the flip side, however, I'm learning that even a vague familiarity with a person apparently gives them the right to say whatever the hell they would like. If only I'd had their advice earlier I would have known not to cut my hair, how to save my marriage, and how to get my pre-pregnancy body back in record time. I know they only meant well, and I also know enough to consider the source. Not one of the people I'm referring to had long hair, a decent body, or a successful first marriage.
About an hour before I left I was about to loose my mind over my undershirt. It would not sit still. Either it was choking me, or totally falling off of my shoulder, or riding up. So, I looked down and flipped the front of it down enough to realize I'd been wearing it backwards the entire day. I think it was only fitting considering the day I was already having. I didn't even have the energy to be as embarrassed as I probably should have been.
Once we were home and fed and bathed, Natalie started walking around with her little car/walking toy. (No idea what the actual name is.) I had no sooner turned around to turn on a light when she crashes...HARD. So hard it left an indentation on her forehead AND across the bridge of her nose. I feel horrible. It looks horrible. It is horrible.
The good news is, it's bedtime again. Natalie's already asleep. My family is gone, and I have nothing else I absolutely must do tonight. I'm so tired I can hardly see straight so, I'm going to read my crazy war book and pray for some much needed sleep.