Cranky Pants

I am not pleasant company. I'm tired, (really really tired). I'm sick of being asked "where's my (insert appropriate item here)". I'm OVER the school run. I need a break before I snap and find myself standing in the dock...."Your honour, I didn't mean to post my children C.O.D to Outer Mongolia, everything went fuzzy after " mum where's my...." I throw myself on the mercy of the court. Take me away....three squares a day and all the solitary confinement you can handle. Works for me.