Looking forward to office hours, next week.

Very, very much looking forward to office hours.  I am so bloody sick of the constant fighting--over toys, spots on the couch, who gets to play with Progeny--that I could start screaming.  I need the day off from minding my children before I do go batshit insane and start screaming profanity at the top of my lungs.

Except I can't.  Because I still have no voice, thanks to the fucking cold I came down with at the beginning of Spring Break.