Overtired

If her baby doesn't nap, he would get overtired.

"I am a little overtired by my drive, my dear," said he, creeping from the blaze of daylight towards a snug sofa beside the fireplace.

"Today is what day?" I asked. "It's Monday, Caelum. Monday, the nineteenth." "Monday. Yeah, that's right. I'm a little disoriented." "Well, that's understandable. You were travelling all day yesterday. Plus, the time change. And you're probably overtired on top of that."