Dear Children of the Blogosphere,
Is 5 a.m. the new 7? Is midnight the new noon? Everywhere I click, you pipsqueaks are boycotting your zzzzzs. And apparently we didn't get the memo.
Is a few hours of shut-eye too much to ask? Are precious chunks of uninterrupted sleep beyond your capacity for giving, you brats?
Listen here. We're tired.
We work. We cook. We clean. We change diapers. We wipe butts. We wipe noses. We commute. We give baths. We schedule. We organize. We comfort. We mend. We kiss. We hug. We exercise. We chauffeur. We shop.
We're tired. So give us a break, m'kay?
Yo! Angry Women Needing Naps
This letter sponsored by patent-pending Children's Ambien: BECAUSE WHEN YOU NEED A BREAK, WE KNOCK THEM OUT COLD.
[Not really. You must excuse me. Being both tired AND hungry (yeah, the f'ing fruit isn't cutting it) really sucks.]
*scampering off to get a big, fat cream cheese bagel*