Two feet of freaking snow + too-cold-to-play-outside temperatures + a couple of bored (no matter what fun times you throw at them) children (who have maybe been in the same pajamas for three days, but whatever) + massive sugar overload in the form of gallons of hot chocolate= CABIN FEVER. Please send a plow, or maybe a helicopter to take me to Target. Just get me out of this house!!!edited to add: yay! I'm going to work! (and that is the last time you will EVER hear me celebrate that!)
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Although I would NEVER condone ANY illegal activity or misuse of drugs, since you work in a medical setting, you MIGHT want to talk to some licensed individual about certain available SEDATIVES in sufficient amounts to TOTALLY KNOCK OUT two little wound-up girls.
But this is completely hypothetical... at least so far, right?
(Yes, I am an EVIL mother - just ask Harmomy)
I swear to you, I think you have the word "Hope" in your Christmas tree.
Now, that's a little stalker-ish, isn't it?
Oooooh, and send the helicopter to take ME to Target too--I'm saving up all my Christmas money and hitting a Target HARD in January!
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