Those of y'all that have kids...how do you handle a three year old imp that grates a Cheese-It (or three) through the back of his bedroom's space heater? And puts dry cereal (Cheerios, et. al.) down the floor vents of the central heating/air? And paints the walls with chocolate milk and spit? And throws food into the drawers of clean dishrags/towels that have to be stored next to his high chair/booster seat when Mom and Dad aren't looking?
Or a fifteen month old pixie that refuses to take more than one nap (of less than an hour's duration) throughout the day, wakes up several times at night, wants to get up at before the ass-crack of dawn (after I've managed to finish work for the day and crashed on the far side of midnight), and spends most of the rest of her day at my knee chanting "up! up! Mama, up!" while I'm trying to work?
I've tried everything I can think of. I'm out of patience, ideas, and sanity.
And, thankfully, grading...until the next batch comes in Monday morning. And then Wednesday.
I think it's time for a drink. I wish I had the time and/or a reliable, trusted babysitter for some loud meditation with some lead-based therapy. I could use some time behind a rifle.
At least they're cute. Or, Odysseus and I think they are.
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