Do you know how there are days where time is a slippery eel that escapes your grasp, no matter what you do? When you stay up waaay past midnight, and only the kittens are up scampering around and everyone, including your spouse, has ditched you for dreamland, because you’re obsessively trying to finish that chapter? And then, a mere seconds after your head hits the pillow, said kittens are using you for a trampoline and your six year old is demanding to be fed breakfast, because after all it’s past 6 a.m. so why are you still in bed, Mom?
One of those days that no amount of caffeine can rescue?
That’s my day.
I might have something intelligent to say tommorrow.