Vile

After what was possibly the shortest night ever, the boys were sent to school anyway, yawning or not.
Son#2 and #3 were active in the night, culminating in me threatening Son#2's life if he should even think of starting to scream again.
Sigh.
I suck.

Son#1 has taken to making breakfast for himself and his brothers in the morning, and I let him, never mind the mess it leaves in the kitchen - it comes from a good place and with good intentions, and besides, it helps a lot.

But no sleep means a helluvalot more pain the next day, and it scratches the spirit and irritates the mind.
I.
Get.
Snappy.

Hum hum.
Breathe in, breathe out.


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