grrrrrr-dom

I am sitting here trying to breathe deeply. I am attempting to hold myself steady in this chair as opposed to running up the stairs with anger blazing.

It is after midnight, and for (at least) the fifteenth night straight, the youngest two boys are still wide awake, loud, and out of bed (shortly after I leave the room, repeatedly). My insomnia is one thing, but getting four hours of sleep a night when I am actually tired, THAT is for the birds.

I need to find a place to put some of this wrath. Figuring out some way to MAKE them fall asleep wouldn't be a bad idea either.

Don't even get me started on how cheerful they are all day long either (not), or how cooperative they have been with schooling (8 hour school days, anyone?).

I need a vacation.

I wish I had a deep and meaningful post to write. I feel a little guilty posting this, but...