Bourbon

People, I am not going to lie. It is 5:53p and I have just enjoyed my first sip of a Bourbon hot toddy. After the automotive confinement this morning, I was bursting at the seams when we arrived home so I picked up Percy, trimmed all the lariope, went to the market, cleaned out the fridge, bathed Percy, brushed Nutmeg, took more Sudafed, told the kids I had not one ounce of energy left to entertain inane chatter and questions so they best play by themselves, and then I crashed. Now I'm just totally spent and sort of hiding in the kitchen while T manages the mayhem upstairs which, as far as I can tell remotely, involves two wild and naked boys as well as vague threats of time-running-out before... Thank god my parents arrive tomorrow. Thank god for good Bourbon.