I have this plan for Saturday, to not do anything except meet some of the demands of three children under ten who seem to think that 8 eggs, 1 tub of yogurt, and a pound of fruit is what the starving and underfed kids get for breakfast.
And because I'm fairly sure that I still have Some sense of humor...
Alpha and I were sitting in the kitchen and I said something
I then proceeded to hastily agree to an earlier statement where He had claimed that I wasn't on the edge of insanity--I was sending post-cards back from the bottom. It was a less than successful defense.
Okay, so maybe my sense of humor isn't what it could be. But I swear it isn't' gone completely.