I can't even sit down and eat my cheesy garlic bread with anchovies without being bothered! You'd think my breath alone would keep 'em away! No dice. Jonah already asked for "fish strips".... They really don't ever stop talking. Jon keeps telling me stupid things like "Sam's sleeping, go to bed." Like I'm going to wake up in the morning, the kids won't be twitchy on a million meds, stress all gone...Dumbass has to do 10 lesson plans...by tomorrow night....seems to me that someone has had 12 weeks to do it in, which comes down to less than one lesson plan per week...and that someone (not mentioning any names!) procrastinated again. And, after he pulls off this "superhuman feat" (his words...), and plays basketball tomorrow morning (probably having to stay up all night...) and works all day and then goes to school tomorrow night...boy, he's gonna need a day off by Thursday! Whew! I wish I could take a day off...no dice...I just got told I'm not in the "real work force". I hope he remembers his pants tomorrow because I'm not taking his britches out to his work because he's walking around like an idiot in his basketball shorts all morning cuz he forgot his pants.... I couldn't make this stuff up...but seriously, I'm not packing up the kids & driving 45 minutes to take him his britches again....suffer it out in yer shorts, son...natural consequence of forgetting your trous is that you walk around with chilly legs.