Bleary

The day started - again - at 4h50 this morning, when Son#3 woke up, and woke the rest of us as well.

I'm working from home and at home today.
I have actual work to do for my job, but also serious necessity to clean our increasingly dusty and dirty house.

After dropping Son#1 and Son#2 off at school this morning, the mother of that other boy who-won't-play-with-my-son laughed out loud when I spoke English to Son#2, saying that I sound like Dora, on TV.
The other parents in the vicinity also laughed.
 
Wanted to smack her (for various reasons).
This is now comment number 3 that highlights that I/we am/are different from the rest of the villagers.

Well.
Different is just dandy.
I'm glad we're different. 
Wouldn't have it any other way.

Mankind, I beseech you:  

Be kind.  

Loving.  

And if not, leave me the hell alone.