No, I didn't poop. I am pooped. My brain is pooped. I don't work outside the home, yet my brain is pooped. How this happens? I have not an answer unless you count these little bodies around me as brain cell sucker outers (which I do).
Yes, they are the reason why I'm pooped. I'll blame them.
Here's to a non-pooped day for you. Now that's something to toast to!