Tired

Why is it that the night that I go out with friends is always the night Maggie doesn't sleep? I come home to a husband who was tired and pissed. Who has a talent for shooting me full of guilt-lead with that emotional sawed-off shotgun he always seems to have on hand. I stayed up way too late with four-toothed-she-who-would-not-sleep for no-apparent-reason.
Then I had to drive to BROOKLYN CENTER for an all day sales-training. Just the words Brooklyn Center and Sales Training are enough said. The only advantage to being the only woman in my office is that I had my own bathroom all day.

If she hadn't started waving today I might have had to put her up for adoption or at least sent her away to camp for the summer.