Conditions Continue To Look Grim

As I write this, Day 20 of being with my kids nonstop is waning.

Calgon, take me away!

Tomorrow’s dawn will bring with it Day 21

Tensions are running high and frustrated tears are appearing at closer and closer intervals.

I don’t care who started it, but I’m going to finish it!

Son is determined to channel my older brother

pull my finger…

while Daughter’s voice has taken on a shrill pitch that only Professor Xavier would encourage.

make it S.T.O.P.

My steps vacillate between life-saving computer and X-Box timer with the daze of a zombie (or lovesick fangirl)

“rescue me! oh take me in your arms, rescue me!”

I hold out hope that dangerous winter temperatures will rise tomorrow, allowing me to push the kids outside and lock the door!

Mommy’s busy trying out a new hobby

I will continue to hold out hope, it’s the only thing (along with various Richard Armitage fanvids) that is keeping me sane.

on a more positive note: we now have Ketchup!