A Swift Kick in the Eggs

The circus. We had just come home from the circus. It is late and the kiddos are on the verge of savagery. I am wishing I could just melt into my bed and get a full night of sleep. Maybe then my throat would feel better. Right then it felt as though my favorite snack food was barbed wire with a side of razor blades.

H pipes up, "So should I put in my breakfast order now or do you just want me to wake you up...."

I don't even turn to glare. I just exit the car.

Quite the charmer that man is.