This past weekend, my family and I went to the museum and learned about space and black holes. From what I gathered from the presentation beautifully narrated by Tom Hanks, black holes are believed to be shortcuts from one area of space to another.
Wouldn't that be great??? Because I could sure use a black hole from 1pm until 6pm. During those hours, my usually positive, funny and cute daughters turn into creatures that I could easily leave on someone else's doorstep with a pinned note reading "Homeless". What is it with children that become little monsters in the afternoon? Is that why most pre-schools are in the morning? They recognize that they are more accommodating in the morning?
Everyday it seems that at 1pm, girls formerly known as Maura and Lyla appear (not like Prince). They are short-tempered, bossy, refuse to listen, spontaneously fall to the ground and weigh 20 lbs heavier that I struggle to pick them up...it's truly amazing. And it gets better when my son, Gage, gets home from school. He instantly feeds off this bad juju and becomes a candidate for world wrestling entertainment. He performs wrestling moves on the girls, throws pillows around and basically drives me to the brink.
The girls then morph into super princesses, heroines that perform flying leaps off the furniture, hit people and things with their magic wands - all while singing a happy tune. It's pretty frightening.
So...someone, find me a black hole. I'll gladly give up the afternoon and go from eating lunch to eating dinner...
Crying then, trying to laugh now.
Wouldn't that be great??? Because I could sure use a black hole from 1pm until 6pm. During those hours, my usually positive, funny and cute daughters turn into creatures that I could easily leave on someone else's doorstep with a pinned note reading "Homeless". What is it with children that become little monsters in the afternoon? Is that why most pre-schools are in the morning? They recognize that they are more accommodating in the morning?
Everyday it seems that at 1pm, girls formerly known as Maura and Lyla appear (not like Prince). They are short-tempered, bossy, refuse to listen, spontaneously fall to the ground and weigh 20 lbs heavier that I struggle to pick them up...it's truly amazing. And it gets better when my son, Gage, gets home from school. He instantly feeds off this bad juju and becomes a candidate for world wrestling entertainment. He performs wrestling moves on the girls, throws pillows around and basically drives me to the brink.
The girls then morph into super princesses, heroines that perform flying leaps off the furniture, hit people and things with their magic wands - all while singing a happy tune. It's pretty frightening.
So...someone, find me a black hole. I'll gladly give up the afternoon and go from eating lunch to eating dinner...
Crying then, trying to laugh now.
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