Colloquially speaking...

[hadassahchana[$]]

I have been up every two hours for a couple of weeks, and the strain is starting to wear on me.

#1 has been working extra shifts, 11 p.m. to 8 a.m. for over a week. He's cranky, too.

#1's new boss calls at all hours. Lately, he's been calling first thing in the morning to offer him even more hours. Which means that he's managed to wake me up several times this week.

This morning was no exception. I was up from 6:30 to 7 and then Poe and I both fell back to sleep. Boss called at 8:30, becuase he didn't want to call after #1 went back to bed.



As I stumbled through the house muttering and gesticulating and offering theories as to the lineage of said boss, #4 came up to me and said,"Who's Dawn?"

I thought and thought, but couldn't figure that one out. We don't have any friends named Dawn.

"Why do you ask?" I said.

"Because," said #4,"you keep saying that Boss keeps calling at the crack of Dawn, and I just want to know who Dawn is."


For just one teensy moment I considered adding in a dollop or three of Sheridan's to my coffee and running back to bed...

[cristina1]

[hadassahchana[$]]

I don't know how this child learned English, I swear. When I finally og tup enough nerve to ask him what 'the crack of Dawn' actually meant, he said it was someone talking in a big booming voice, that sort of makes a 'crack' when he yells.

Kids really do see the world different, don't they?

[theworm[$]]

Aren't you glad he didn't say it's somebody talking down some girls pants?

[hadassahchana[$]]

You have no idea!


I fear my children.