The hell?

I should not be awake. I should be napping. Instead, I’m here, awake, at a normal hour to other people. All because I went to bed to read? And fell asleep at like, 10pm. Which actually is good, because I also accidently turned off my alarm. But woke up on my own at 6:15 with a full 25 minutes to get the kids up and out the door.

And my car’s fixed, so I got to drive the pup in my own car to school.
She was unbarably disappointed. Snerk.

I stopped on the way home to get diet crack coke, because dude – uncaffinated Lessa isn’t pretty. And I just dribbled some on me. So apparently, even when I’m not tired? I should go back to bed, because CLEARLY I cannot function before noon!

And now, I need to find my inner snark, and come up with something for The Sourdough for V-day. Instead of hiding from all the stupid frufru pink n red heart covered shit. Mutter.

Oh, and re: snark:

The Girl was being a smart ass yesterday, and when I called her on it? I got this in reply: “But Mom! I’m just practicing my Snark! So that I can take after you!”

I’m doomed. DOOMED, I say! And also, there ain’t no hope for the rest of you, either.