The kids are going crazy. Like completely fucking crazy. I handled them all day through one crazy double play date (fine, my friend and I drank cider while they went nuts) and a birthday party at the ILs, while H was at work. Fuck it all, I need a break. DH is being super pissy but he is stuck dealing with them because I refuse to go back up. I am done.
I hear running and jumping and screaming. Two floors up.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny