Stalemate

Just so you know...the children were saved by lunch...they consumed mondo amounts of greasy food and began to realize how the "Freshman 15" is not just a fable...it's almost a requirement.

I'm at that point at night where sleep and I are dancing around, both running after one another and away from one another at the same time. I know it sounds crazy, but that's just how it is. It's like a psychotic game of chess. Meh. Good night. School tomorrow. French. Blah. Oh well, I'll plow on, tootles.