“Whatsamatta? You bothered that you’ll have to get out of bed in the morning?”
Apparently I didn’t react correctly to learning I am picking up and taking my mother to a doctor appointment tomorrow morning at the same time that Amy needs to be taken to school after spending most of today getting her home and settled and spending every free moment this weekend doing my father’s laundry.
I need ice cream. And Eureka.
Wednesday Update – I may have to kill my father tonight.