J'ai fatigue

Ok, so since having a baby, I have discovered new levels of tired. But the problem is, I have found that there are no real proper ways to be specific with how I am feeling. I mean, there really should be more words available cuz really, "I'm tired" can mean anything from a bored, Saturday afternoon feeling, to days of sleepless crying baby nights. So, I was thinking I should create my own scale- just for my close friends here- so they know exactly how I am feeling.
Level 1: bored, sitting in the hot sun with book in hand. Relaxed, but could so take a nap.
          Treatment: Nap and tea
Level 2: Up at 5am for work.
          Treatment: tea or coffee
Level 3: Working 3 days straight.
          Treatment: Full day of rest watching reruns on TV
Level 3: Up at 5am for work after having stayed up WAY too late last night.
          Treatment: Coffee
Level 4: Up at 5am for work and pregnant. This is where the brain fuzz begins.
           Treatment: nothing
Level 5: Just worked 3 12 hour shifts with barely any breaks, holding my pee, and running around like crazy.
           Treatment: Coffee and frequent napping
Level 6: Just worked 3 12 hour shifts with barely any breaks, holding my pee, and running around like crazy , and pregnant.
           Treatment: NAP
Level 7: Having a baby. Brain fuzz. Not able to make decisions.
           Treatment: There is none.
Level 8: 4 months of colicky baby, not sleeping, and getting up at 5am for work. Shouldn't be driving.
            Treatment: Have someone drive you to work. And drink coffee.
Level 9: This is the point where I have not slept more than 4 hours straight for over a year and a half.... the baby had a horrible night and keeps whining, I have been feeding her every 2 hours for almost 3 weeks straight, and the brain fuzz has reached an optimal high. Decisions are impossible and make me cry. People at the store all suck. Bikers in Davis are all the enemy. And I can't reach anything from where I am sprawled out on the couch. So I cry. But I have to get up anyways, cuz the baby is crying on the floor as she herself cannot reach something.
            Treatment: Bang head against a wall to knock self out, then crawl into a hole. Cry. Then eat chocolate.

Yesterday I reached a level 9. And really I shouldn't have felt as bad as I did as the baby only woke up once and I took two naps. But I was not a functioning human being. I felt like the phrase "I'm tired" was so wimpy. Therefore I created my levels. That way, now Mark knows once I hit a level 6 or 7, intervention is needed to prevent the risk of it hitting a 9. And foot rubs, long hot baths and copious amounts of chocolate and tea will be offered to me. I am so genius.