Little Boys

I will rewrite the lyrics to that wonderful song that Carol Burnett sings in the movie "Annie." And I will then go buy a big bottle from the DI (like big poppa's), climb half-clothed into my very small tub, and sing it at the top of my lungs.

Thursday, I almost killed someone at work. Not a resident. A coworker. The Lord was on my side and inspired two people to work so I could have Friday and Saturday off, added to my normal weekend. So the past three days, we've had the little guys. It was a fairly good weekend. But MAN! I'm EXHAUSTED! They have SOOO much energy and, like little boys do, are just constantly picking on each other and getting into stuff. Moroni found the matches (in the new spot) again and almost burned the house down. And I spent 8 bucks on Pokeman cards. I'm such a sucker.

Last night, Cristina came and got the kids around 6, and we just laid on the couch and watched that one movie with Steve Martin and Queen Latifah. I can't remember what it's called. Anyway, tomato soup at 8:30 and in bed by 9:15. It really is true, being married makes you kind of boring! Oh well, I may be boring, but I'm happy anyway. Happy, and EXHAUSTED.