I am tired.
And since I’m about to throw a sleep-deprived tantrum,
a glorious round of weeping,
self-pitying Why-Me’s and
I think it’s time I take a nap.
Can you tell that James was on a business trip this week?
The ladies and I ate french fries for dinner.
We slid down the green slide 32 times.
We were late on our deadlines
(Or maybe that was just me).
And now, it’s time for a nap.