(Like Destiny's Child, not like the stupid reality show I've never seen.)
This weekend marked a milestone: the first two papers I had to write in a year and a half. The first was due Sunday at midnight and I turned it in about 2:30pm, and the other was due today at 5:00pm and I finished it last night. I was not so much worried about writing the papers--I've written enough papers in my life to ensure that I will never forget how to--as I was about finding the time to do so, in addition to the two jobs, the two regular classes, and the distance class. Oh yeah, and the two children and the wife, too. Somehow, we are managing to do everything and still get a decent amount of sleep, and managing to ward off mental illness, thanks to a good neighbor giving Foxy J a reason to go to bed early and an excuse to escape from the little bloodsucking vampire children (and I use the term affectionately) a few hours a week. Sometimes mere survival is a miracle.
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escape from the little bloodsucking vampire children . . .
You're not helping Melyngoch's phobia any.
"I remember the days" (258,000 entries in a google search) when my own "curtain climbers" or "hockey pucks" or "rug rats" or "lovely sleeping children" were around. Survival is a miracle!!
I tried to teach my children to live differently but they seem to have chosen the same path. I tried to teach them to marry but not have children; then at around age 45 to adopt an around age 25 couple so the grandchildren would arrive.
"May all your problems be little ones" my best friend said. Kind of like quoting that old Chinese proverb "May your life be interesting."
Huh. You're telling me!
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If they're sucking blood, then I think you need to see a lactation specialist.
Th.--that's just gross.
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