Hellish Half Day

Today was a "half day" at school. How is it that a half day at school = LONGEST.DAY.EVER for me?

It doesn't seem fair. This is their job now. You don't get half days, especially not the week before a three day weekend. How much of this do they think they can pawn off on me? Not cool.

After fighting with little kid for way too long, I gave him my new silver bangle bracelets. I hear them scattering around on the wood floors occasionally and there's about a 0% chance of me getting them all back, but whatever. I'd give him a stack of diamond tennis bracelets to buy myself a couple minutes to think.

Both boys are also exhausted and crabby and fighting. I'm about to set up a cage match. Out in the garage, or somewhere else I won't have to see or hear it. I'm going to go lay the smack down on both of them in a serious way. They are both crying and shoving/pulling/wrestling over a plastic grocery cart. Sweet Jesus.