More Llama-ette Blogging

Back to school means a change in the daily cycle which means everything is off which means extremely wired girls last evening. Grrrrrr.

We've always been Bedtime Nazis at our house. Eight o'clock. In bed. No excuses. Period. And aside from these occassional bumps, it works out very well. Which makes it all the more frustrating the times when they do start giving us trouble because we so depend on those few hours of peace and quiet in the evening.

Still, I need to make a better effort to control my temper. I'd hate to think that if I were squashed by a malfunctioning space probe or hurled in front of a speeding bus by one of John Kerry's flipflops some fine morning, the last words I'd have left with my girls were, "Go to bed, dammit!"