I do not think people understand how tired the Master often was.
When strangers speak of Him now, they speak mostly of power. They remember the healings, the signs, the authority in His voice when He spoke publicly. They imagine glory following Him everywhere He walked. But those of us who stayed near Him long enough saw another reality also. We saw dust upon His feet every evening. We saw how little He slept. We saw how people pulled at Him endlessly from every side until even eating a piece of bread in peace became difficult.