There is not sufficient suckitude in the world to explain how miserable it feels to be staggering in after a 14 hour work day, and trip on a child sleeping in the hall.
There is not sufficient suckitude in the galaxy to explain tripping on 2 children, ending up prone and crying with a pair of crying littles climbing on you for comfort.
There is not sufficient suckitude in the universe to decribe how it feels when the hubby yells at you "Hold it down, real people are trying to sleep!"
I just want to go back to bed. Think I'll have some tea instead.
( silliness )
There is not sufficient suckitude in the galaxy to explain tripping on 2 children, ending up prone and crying with a pair of crying littles climbing on you for comfort.
There is not sufficient suckitude in the universe to decribe how it feels when the hubby yells at you "Hold it down, real people are trying to sleep!"
I just want to go back to bed. Think I'll have some tea instead.
( silliness )