As I was obsessively stirring sugar into my fourth cup of morning coffee, I overheard the gas station attendants as they stared at the children bouncing around in the truck "three kids, in This economy?!" I just stared at them. All I could think was "you have no idea. Feeding them is the least of my problems at this point."
I am insanely tired. And the children are...Not.
My mind is tired, my body is telling me I'm a bitch and tried to overdose on coffee, I've had around 12 hours of sleep in the last four days, and had my heart broken in ways I previously thought impossible.
And that is that for this post...Because children who should be sleeping? Are very cranky people.