This morning I awoke blurry eyed and in all respects a bit down cast. After a long night of painfully watching the election coverage, I had to get up early for work the next morning. A quick check on the final results before I left the house didn’t help an already sour mood caused by a lack of sleep.
Taxes in California are going up. We have a man in the White House who is in favor of more taxes. As well as a Mayor inSan Diegowho is also in favor of more taxes. These were the troubles that daunted me as I walked into the living room.
There I was met by all the children except the baby. And sitting on the couch were three of the girls steeped in a very heated argument. #1 and #3 were ganging up on #4. The disagreement I walked in on went something like this:
#4: “It’s Tuesday!”
#1 and #3 in unison: “No! It’s Wednesday!”
#4: “Naha, Gramma GG said it’s Tuseday!”
#1: “It’s not Tuesday any more, it’s Wednesday.”
#4 spotting her father: “Daddyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! Is today Tuesday?”
Shaking my head: “Sorry little one, yesterday was Tuesday, today is Wednesday.”
#4 grows a frown.
And I thought I had troubles.