Please tell me it isn’t really Sunday night. Please tell me that the paper I see sitting unfinished on Kidlet Sr’s desk isn’t homework that was supposed to be done. Please tell me that the stuff I was supposed to have finished by tomorrow and didn’t get finished really doesn’t have to be finished tomorrow. Please tell me that I don’t hear Little Diva still talking.

Because, between you and me, my Nyquil is kicking in and I just can’t deal with any of it tonight. So please, tell me I can have one more day added to my weekend.

Please.

No?

Then can you at least send Mr Sandman my way so that I won’t be sleep deprived while trying to deal with my Monday?

Thankyouverymuch!

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