When does lack of sleep translate the phrase "I'm stepping outside into the fresh air for a second" into "I'm stepping out onto the road for a second and wishing a large truck would finish me off". Well I think Deb and I are finding out. Well in honesty, we already knew because we've been at this point before. I remember vaguely of "joking" about veering into oncoming traffic on our trips to/from Orangeville.

We're never at each others throats more then when we are both tired. Eventually we build some sembelance of a truce on the foundation that it is all the kids fault. I know it's like building a skyscraper in the middle of a swamp but hey... it's a couple breaths of fresh air in the middle of a rotting forest. But like all great undertakings of the McLarens', it's doomed to failure. Eventually one of the kids will do something cute or selfless which defuses our anger at them. Then one of two things will happen. We get angry at each other again or we just collapse from exhaustion.

Where was I? I'm staring at the screen with absolutely no train of thought.

Oh wait... my state of blissful confusion was just shattered by the cries of a little monster.