suffering

I am suffering a slow and painful demise and the cause is summer vacation. They (the children) pretend to be angels. It's a lie...

On days when there's nothing to do they turn into soul snatchers and suck the living life out of me.

Here's proof...


I try to be a good mother. I really do. See, I've practically got a halo.

But my children turn me into a raging lunatic!

Oh blessed school! Why dost thou take so long? Hurry, hurry or I shall not make it!