I'm totally unacustomed to working all day. I'm so tired. Then when I come home, the house is a mess and the kids need food. To top it all off, I'm not feeling too hot and zule has to freaking work all night, everynight.
For example, last night, Zule and I were supposed to go on a date to Molly Malones. Two minutes prior to our leaving, his pager went off and he had to walk people through manually restarting a server.
I went by myself. It was a storytelling event, and it was really fun. Except I totally laughed at the most macabre stuff and most everyone else was quiet during those moments. Not everyone thinks suicide is hilarious.
Tonight, while cleaning the kitchen, I gave the baby some pudding. He got pudding all over the place, so I gave him a bath. While he was in the bath he pooped. So I had to clean that up. I think the chances of my cooking dinner in my present exhausted state are slim to none. Spaghettios, fool!