The only thing more grueling than trying to keep three high-energy kids entertained during a too-cold-to-play-outside-for-most-of-it Christmas Break with nothing but a paint roller for company?
The anticipation of getting them up at 6:30 am for their first day back to school.
It’s 10 pm now, and they are still going strong upstairs. I hear running. I hear squealing. I hear laughing. I hear yelling. Their’s, and Blaine’s.
Lord, deliver me from tomorrow morning. Thank you in advance.