When every brain cell has surrendered to the inevitable slosh of a "working weekend", and that is a slosh without any chemical assist THANK YOU VERY MUCH! In cases such as these, I just go ahead and post pictures of some cute kids.
and here they are... the cute kids. That's all you get. Apparently that's about all I'm getting too. Except for maybe I'm getting a little loonier (yes, I AM counting Dadguy as one of the cute kids).
Back when I was pregs with my first, I had been complaining about how exausted I was and how I couldn't seem to accomplish anything. My friend to whom I was whining said that whenever she got discouraged or worse even, when her husband would come home and look around the house then look at her and ask...
"...sooooo, what did you do today?"
She would answer, "oh, I made a human nose and continued work on the miracle of a human respiratory system. What did YOU do today? Honey."
Well, I ain't pregs right now (thank the heavens ABOVE!), but I know my answer to such a question today would be...
"I've refrained from killing them honey. They may yell a little when you remove the duct tape, but I did let them live, I did let them live."