So Tired. So Very, Very Tired: Tuesday Open Thread

Kids. Fuckin’…kids, man. Right?

I knew we weren’t going to sleep for the first year. And then when we had a second, that clock obviously started over.

But for fuck’s sake- Sister Bunny Mayhem is rapidly approaching 4 years old. And she Will. Not. Sleep. for more than 3 hours at a time.

This is not entirely unprecedented. My elder sibling famously pulled this stunt until she was four and a half, possibly explaining the five and a half year age difference between us.

But Mother Superior and Pope Mayhem were younger parents. My wife and I met late, started having children later, and would already be entering the Quietly Rotting stage of our lives without our dear children hastening the process.

But no. No, we have Highly Energetic children who are very smart and prone to Making Their Own Fun if not adequately occupied.

THESE MAYHEM CHILDREN, I CALL THEM “JUGGALOES”, BECAUSE THEY ARE A POSSE OF INSANE CLOWNS.

Except the older one actually has some concept of how magnets work. TAKE THAT, MR. 2DOPE!

Anyway.

It is a time of great uncertainty in the Republic. We are bombing civilians but letting our foe sell us oil. The American Blackshirts are “helping” at major airports, and I find myself thinking “well, they’re marginally less likely to shoot anyone there, so…”. The Sabres are not only almost certain to break their league-record 14 year playoff drought and reasonably likely to win their division, but very well could have home ice advantage until the conference finals.

Signs and portents. Strange days. Deep rumblings on the Mojo Wire.

Apparently today is the last day of Spring Training? And none of this bullshit “Some teams play meaningful games while others are still in exhibition games for another week”? Maybe things do get better.