Pass the xanax, please

342: approximately the number of times this morning that I’ve ‘reminded’ the kids to stop fighting.  Maybe there’s something to this Friday the 13th business after all.  They’ve argued over cardboard boxes (apparently there is a correct and incorrect way to imprison one’s sibling in one), whose Lunchable is whose, which cup they should each drink from, how close their feet are to each other’s on the couch (my personal favorite), and about 18,443 other things that matter to no one.  Bossypants is home from school for the second day in a row due to teacher ‘in-service’ workdays.  That means today equals one day longer than she and Little Man can feasibly coexist without imminent meltdown.  Despite it being freezing cold outside I have bundled them up and sent them out to annoy the goats and chickens, may the powers-that-be help them.  The goats and chickens, that is.

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