Sometimes the Magic Works, Sometimes It Doesn't

I feel like most days, if you were to turn yourself into a fly and come land on my wall (provided you still maintained human brain capacity and that Ken didn't swat you into oblivion), you would spend your day laughing your tiny little fly butt off at my family. We're pretty funny people. And the pack of savages I'm raising manage to get themselves into situations that I'm fairly certain will amuse even me, given the appropriate passage of time.

So on days like this, when my brain has shut down by 7:30, and I can't parlay that droll little day into a series of droll little anecdotes for your entertainment, I get a little cranky. I feel vaguely like a failure. I resist the urge to wake my children up and demand that they do something outrageous right this instant so I can go document it on Blogger.

And that's when I realize that I need to take a deep breath, and step away from the computer.