And by 9 AM I have already been accused of creating the "worst day ever."
Because I won't let them destroy the house, watch TV all day, or eat crap. Hello, this isn't Christmas, it's a snow day and I have to live with ya'll tomorrow.
On the bright side of things, Charming slept 6 hours IN A ROW last night and I had the self control to put myself to bed early enough that I slept 5 hours IN A ROW so I have the mental fortitude to deal with the aforementioned bad attitudes. Take that, snow day!
Want some light, humorous, and not yet catty (as of chapter five) reading?