School starts in two days.  Two days.  Am not ready for that.  It’s coming at the worst possible time.  Lance doesn’t have time for me to be sad and upset.

He’s starting a new job.  In five days.  I’m trying to decide which issue carries more weight right now: my sadness over school or his new job.  Don’t tell me if you think he wins.

Because the adults in this house aren’t stressed enough, the kids decided to act like complete and utter fools all week long.  Except for the baby.  She doesn’t know how to act like a fool yet.

I told No David if he didn’t get it together he could find another family that would listen to him scream and screech all day long.  He thought for a second and said, “I guess I’ll be in grandpa’s family.”  GO RIGHT AHEAD.

Not be outdone, my G/T kid decided to act like he was losing brain cells every minute of the day.  He read a total of two chapters all week long and couldn’t tell me one thing about either chapter.

I actually went shopping today, you know tax free day, and didn’t want to kill myself due to crowds.

I did want to kill my children.

Last I checked, they were still breathing.

Just realized these issues with the kids started last Saturday.