Madline by Gaslight having a nap

So both kids are back at school and I am like a zombie. Too much burning of the candle at both ends! On Saturday night, ones daughter decided she wanted to make a cover and pillow for her Madeline doll (she says she is too old for dolls now, shame, but Madeline holds a special place in her heart) and as she had bought some felt she was going to make it out of that. So I taught her blanket stitch and she got the hang of it beautifully, but then of course, who stayed up until three finishing it off. And who thought that poor naked Madeline could do with a new nightdress... and how about some knickers and a headband just to top it all off. Yes me. And then last night I had a stack of ironing to do, nearly up to the ceiling it was, so I cried my way through Sense and sensibility and ironed and ironed and ironed (being careful not to iron the tissues that I had to keep using).
It's all caught up with me though and so this morning I am dragging myself around, nodding off every five minutes. I worked on the children's ward of the local hospital as an Auxillary for a while before my Dad got ill and I had to get up at the crack of dawn and go into work, and now I feel like I did then, on auto pilot. Tonight I am determined to get an early night!

Thanks for your comments, I had forgotten about Gaslight, how could I forget Gaslight!The first time I saw it was at the theater, and I was quite young (my parents believed in taking my brother and I to the theater when we were little) and when the lead (Paula) heard the footsteps ringing out above her, oooh I was chilled to the very bone. Unfortunately the film has never had quite the same effect for me but I do love it.
I have decided my ideal job would be to sit and watch old films all day, preferably eating rose and violet creams. Is there such a job, and if so, can you point me in the right direction.
What? there is, sit myself over over there in that big squishy chair?..... Oh hang on, I think I'm nodding off again.