At the moment I'm explaining to Carter the difference between "raincoat" and "not a raincoat." It's raining and thundering outside, and he's all ready to head out rollerblading. I think not, sonny boy.

Everyone's in a completely crappy mood, including me. Brennan and Harrison have Scouts tonight and Brennan doesn't want to go, Harrison is banished from going outside because he forgot to bring home his homework for the 19th time this week (I know there aren't 19 days in the week - shut up), Rosalind didn't nap. Bella is currently enduring the schoolbus, which she hates because the kids who ride the bus are complete stinkbugs, if I may be so rude.

Several times this hour I have actually said to these children I love more than life itself, whom I was cut open to give birth to: "DON'T TALK TO ME!!!!!"

I think I need a nap too.