One week under our belts.  Why should Fall fall and chaos reign?  I am exhausted to the point of swerving off the road - to the point where even Jimmy Fallon can't keep me up past midnight.  Mother's across the country are jumping for joy - house void of the children who ran wild through July and August.  Not me.  No siree!  The making of the lunches.  The "Liam, brush your teeth!"  The searching for the running shoe that goes missing every night without fail.  The digging through the laundry basket for an outfit because I was too tired to actually get the clothes into their drawers after folding them.  The "Liam, come on, BRUSH YOUR TEETH!"  The pizza orders and the please don't send peanut butter and the out the door by 8:30 a.m. to drop them off and the being in the parking lot by 3:10 p.m. to pick them up.  The "LIAM, SERIOUSLY, IF YOU DON'T BRUSH YOUR TEETH RIGHT NOW I'M TAKING AWAY THE PLAYSTATION FOR A WEEK!!!"

Oh summer, summer...where art thou summer?

But once they're tucked behind those brown S.R.C.S doors I can breath and yawn and fill'er'up with a double double double cupped and go off to work where they take life seriously...


It's a tough job but someone's got to do it.

Notice how I committed to this.  I think it's time to ask for a raise.