Some Days You’re The Windshield
And, some days you’re the bug; I’m having a buggy day today.
In better news, the Barbies made it to Colorado and, if everything went according to plan; closed on their new house today. We had the good fortune of spending Friday evening with them and a good time was had by all. My children got to spend some time with their cousin and he got to experience Bossy Older Sibling Syndrome at it’s finest which, being an only child; probably blew his little mind. The funny thing is; the bossiness was directed at him by the Man-Cub who is, as we all realize, not his sibling.
Saturday, I had the pleasure of working (I just threw up in my mouth a little) at an event hosted by our city’s civic center. The event was ill-conceived from it’s inception, as I knew it would be and; I regard the entire thing as a waste of my time. Time that I could have spent with my children on the last weekend before their respective conscription to nine months of indentured servitude or, you know, school.
On the bright side; there were cookies. Lots and lots of cookies.
Of course, after eating said cookies; I was fairly worthless for the remainder of the evening. I did manage to supervise the children’s sleep-overs, however. And, while The Girl and her friend slept on the trampoline and the Cub and his friend slept in a make-shift tent upstairs, Hugh and I watched Vacancy and Disturbia, both of which I made it through, awake.
Which explains the two-hour nap that I needed on Sunday.
Which explains why I could not fall asleep later that night and why my ass is dragging today. It’s a vicious cycle and it all started with those fucking cookies.
Heed my warning folks; cookies be the devil.