A blip on the radar

I slept terribly bad with all sorts of awful nightmares passing by through the wee hours.
Son#2 refuses to go to school this morning because some boy clobbered him with a skipping rope and scratched his face.
I'm in two minds about keeping him home today.
Sigh.

Son#3 talks a lot and clings to my legs when I walk around the house, and Son#1 is, well, Son#1.
The husband is throwing a tantrum or two of his own.
Family life sure is different than what I thought it would be.

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