Watch as the Exhaustion Sets In

Lucille Krunklehorn: It’s my pleasure, Mr. Willerstein. Hey, you never know, one of your students may invent the next integrated circuit, or microprocessor, or integrated circuit. Oh wait, I said that already. Well, I just don’t get out of the lab very much. Is that a bowtie? I like bowties. I haven’t slept in eight days! Mr. Willerstein: Uh, well then, can I get you a cot or something? Lucille Krunklehorn: Nope, I have the caffeine patch. It’s my invention. Each patch is the equivalent of 12 cups of coffee. You can stay up for days with no side effects. AAAAAHHH!

It was a late night. I managed about 4.5 hours of sleep while Craig squeaked by with 2. He’s functioning off of adrenaline today, I’m functioning off of giddiness.

When I’m *that* tired, I tend to go in one extreme or the other: SuPer SIllY or Mr. Grumpy Pants. For the sake of my kids I’m trying to err on the side of silly today. I walked out of the house this morning in my cut-off sweats (go just below my knees), sweatshirt, white socks and black dress shoes, because I’m all cool like that. Maddie took one look at me and busted out laughing. I defended myself by saying I was doing my best Millie impersonation and we all started laughing.

I kept quoting that line from Meet the Robinsons all the way to their school today, “I haven’t slept for eight days! AAAAAHHHHHHH!” The kids thought that was cool and today I’m all about the cool factor (black dress shoes with white socks and cut-off sweats notwithstanding).

The report is done. I did the final read-through this morning while Craig drove to school. He made the final edits during his first free period. We just had a quick phone conference to clarify one last thing and as far as I know, it is in the hands of the powers that be.

Tonight we will meet with those powers and act like we know what we’re talking about. I think a nap would help.

Frosty of Christmas Past

No Home for Frosty

This poor guy has nowhere to go. He’s from the 1940’s and very fragile (aren’t we all? – fragile that is, not from the 1940’s). He currently serves as a way for one sister to scare another by using him as a sort of mask, but that sort of behavior is not condoned around here (not so much because we’re against sisters scaring each other, but because he’s going to fall apart if they keep doing that with him).

He’s my last-minute participation for December 2 of the December Photo Project.