This whole going to bed near 10 pm is killing my blog. I write at midnight. It’s what I do. HOW DO YOU PEOPLE WRITE DURING THE DAY? IN THE LIGHT? WITHOUT WATCHING RERUNS OF TORCHWOOD ON NETFLIX?
Or that might be specific to me.
It is 9:24pm and I am TIRED. This never used to happen to me. Fuck you, regular sleep schedule.
That said, I’ve only blogged…oh, dear lord, once? this week, so I found some more funny stuff from my kids to entertain you.
This first is a drawing by Jack from last year. I am under the impression that he thought school was hard work. Seriously. That little sketch (it is about an inch square) conveys more feeling than a billion words.I should take this to IEP meetings.
Then there is Sam. At back to school night, I took a quick spin through his math classroom. On one wall, all the kids had written and illustrated rules. This was Sam’s:This is a kid who needs to go on a bender.
Speaking of responsible people, next up I have Quinn’s definition and illustration of “responsible,” which is nothing like Sam. In fact, he took it in more of a “I was responsible for killing 16 people” kind of way instead of “I am responsible because I do my homework” kind of way.“Some guy almost got squashed.”
I’m guessing that Quinn is the guy who is all, “Oops.”
Aaaand there you have volume two of “I’m going to let my kids blog for me this month.”
Also, are your kids the worst? Because mine are. I have laid out eleven reasons why they are.