My nerves are on edge today. My "big boy" opted to use a square of carpet in his room rather than the potty (after being told expressly *not* to do so), Mater will *not* hush and has been crated accordingly so he doesn't wake the napping G and the semi-napping R. I'd take a nap myself, but I'm pretty sure I'd wake just as I was nodding off to Mater barking, Rhys squeaking, Gabriel shrieking, a random kid outside yelling, a bird chirping, a phone ringing, etc.
My eye is twitching.
As wonderful and reflective a time as Lent is, particularly when one fasts to focus more on God, it can also have side effects. Apparently, what happens to a fast-food- and television-deprived Q is a twitch of the eye.
Twitch. Twitch.
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