No Rest For The Wicked

Well, just when you think it's a teacher in-service day, and you might actually be able to sleep in..they strike. I'm talking about the minions, of course. Apparently, it's fun to take a giant stuffed rottweiler and chase the puppy with it, turning him into a whirling dervish of sharp needle teeth and savage claws. Not to mention Madison's talking in her sleep, which mutated into an unearthly wail as she was in the throes of some wacked out nightmare. Ugh. Then the demands for cereal start pouring in..i want chocolate, i want fruitloops, we don't have fruitloops..the world shall now come crashing down around our ears! All i want is to sip my coffee on a terrace, with a butler standing by..is that too much to ask?! Yeah, i read WAY too many historical romance novels! On to the fighting over what cartoons to watch, even though there are THREE friggin t.v.'s in the house! You would think three boys and one girl could agree on something..anything..but noooooooooooooo. Oh well..today i shall be surrounded by many screaming minions, so i'll tune them out, like i do their demands for food, homework help, and basic care. haha!!!