Its Twenty Past Eight, Do You Know Who Shot My Nerves?

Because I do, we've been tag teamed by two small screaming, whining, crying children who got up too early and are now rubbing sandpaper over my very last nerve.

Everything, literally everything this morning elicited nothing but loud whining and moaning from Grady. And Sully joined in because it sounded like so much fun.

Luckily they are going to daycare today and we can reclaim a picked up downstairs and, hopefully, some shreds of our shattered nerves.

Kids are wonderful, wonderful creatures but they can also be extraordinarily trying.