"Mom, I'm bored."
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"MOM! She hit me!"
"Well, she did it first!"
Dear God. Who is this 'Mom', and why do they keep calling her? Didn't I just spend three hours with them at the Rec center, letting them run around like lunatics while I ran 3 miles on the elliptical? And why, even though I was running, did I not get away?
And yesterday, another three hours at the pool. Hoping to sweat them into a sleepy submission. Not a chance. All I have to show for it are red shoulders.
Oy... it's gonna be a long ass summer. Which is why I will have plenty of THIS on hand: