I know your calandar says Tuesday

But this is my Sunday. That's right Sunday. I go back to work tomorrow. So, I bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with my day off. Get a massage? Do a little shopping? Take a nap? No, no and no. I will spend the day cleaning up after the little needy mess makers that live here. Rotten little spawn that have no problem spilling shit everywhere and just leaving it. Sink full of dishes and an empty dishwasher. A fleeting thought of banishing them all to the basement. Maybe if they have to live in the dark... but no. Apparently, the state child agency frowns upon that. I'd ask them to help but Crash, the 10 year old, cited child labor laws... that damn school, teaching them how to read...