The post where she whined

2011 has really been a sucktastic year thus far. Horrifically, sucktastic.
There has been a total of 6 hours of sleep for me since the arrival of the new year. Yes that's 6 wonderful hours in 4 days. Between the puking, the arrival of a strep throat for Kate and some additional stress it's been rough times over this way. When Scott is the best behaved in this house, you know it's been bad.

I'm not going to moan and groan too long. I'm so far behind in things that HAVE to get done. I'll be returning tomorrow with a big gigantic pitcher. A pitcher so big I can squeeze the living daylights out of all the fucking lemons around this place and make the biggest, baddest, most delicious batch of lemonade this side of the Mason-Dixon line.