Thank you to linkerbell at deviantart for this image.
My six year old started school again yesterday after the long winter break. The first day wasn't so bad considering I failed as a parent and didn't keep us on schedule even remotely. Today, has been a different can of worms. Why is it called a can of worms, I wonder? (Just in case anyone was wondering, here's a good guess on the origin of "can of worms.")
I am bad at sleeping. I seriously can't do it without being drugged to the max. Which I can't do because I'm feeding an infant (with my boobsicles) and because I don't particularly want to be a zombie for half of the next day. Well, anymore than I already am.
It's cold outside. I have three kids that I have to drag out in it. I don't want to. You know what they need to do? Get a giant. Manufacture those little "cozy cubby's" (these) for adults and have the giant transfer us from point A to point B.
Clearly, I need more sleep. I'll have to settle for getting the kids out in this frigid cold and taking the monkey to school.
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