As a young, single mother, I prided myself in being able to "do it all."

I could multitask like it was nobody's business.My "Spidey-sense" was top-notch and I could chase after small children with the speed of "The Flash" and the fluidity and stealth of a Ninja.But that was then, and this is now.After a busy day at work and more work screaming for my attention at home, I decided to make the one-hour trip down to see my daughter and granddaughter, as I was missing her so.I knew my daughter had been feeling very sick, but when I arrived, her sallow complexion and unsteadiness on her feet immediately caused me some concern.She hadn't been able to keep food down in days and it was obvious that dehydration had set in.Within five minutes it was determined that a visit to the ER was necessary.I offered to take the little lady and keep her overnight since you never know how long you will be tied up in the emergency room.As unhappy as I was that my child was so sick, I was ecstatic to be able to have a sleepover with the little one.As it was, one night turned into three nights, and as much as I treasured every blessed moment spent with her, I am … exhausted.I forgot that 2-year-olds never stop moving, even when they are "sleeping."Audrey slept with me each night, and if she wasn't actually trying to push or kick me off my bed, she was practicing her best WWE moves on me throughout the entire evening.She perfectly executed a brain-numbing elbow bash to the center of my forehead, raked her little fingers across my face and eyes and, in a move that would have made Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka prouder than a peacock, flung herself from my husband's arms (when he tiptoed in to see her after work) and crash landed onto the side of my head, gripping me so tight that I had to literally pry her hands off me so that I could roll over and snuggle her close.My house, of course, is not baby proof, so I spent much of the time chasing her around saying "No thank you," after she would grab items that were not good playthings for toddlers.If I wanted to make something to eat or simply take a shower, I had to wait until someone else was home to keep an eye on her so she didn't get into mischief.When I wasn't running around after her, I was constantly after the dog who always has to be up in her business; licking her face, knocking her over trying to play with her or stealing her toys and running around with them.It got to the point where I had to lock the poor dog up in his crate just to have a little peace.I then went to sit at my desk in order to get some work done, only to turn around and see that little missy was attempting to free her partner in crime and then, subsequently lock herself inside the crate.At our church's Valentine's Day party, Audrey had a field day wandering to and fro in the large, open areas.It was a little bit challenging for me to talk or eat and also chase after her.At one point, she got away from me and even though I amazed myself at my ability to sprint (or more like waddle) as fast as I did, it was not fast enough to stop her from getting her little fingers pinched in the swinging doors and her painful screams shattered my eardrums along with my heart.On Sunday, we brought her with us to her aunt's volleyball tournament so that we could meet up with her mother, who had been released from the hospital the night before.One would think that after three days of not seeing her mommy that Audrey would just sit down and cling to her.No.Instead, I spent a half-hour chasing after her as she ran back and forth through the cafeteria and down the hallways with an enormous smile on her face yelling "Here I come!"Watching an adorable, smiling 2-year old run up and down the halls is cute and endearing;Watching a large, tired and frazzled grandmother plodding behind her and struggling to keep up not so much.By the time she finally settled down, I waved my white flag in surrender as I frantically searched for my inhaler and some Ben-Gay.Nope, this old gray mare just ain't what she used to be.Now where is that heating pad?