I Miss Preschool

I was up really, really late writing last night.  I finally commanded myself to go to bed at 2:00 because, when I did the math, 6am comes really freakin’ early.  Anyway, when I drug my tired tookus home from work and collapsed on the couch, The Bandit sidled up to me and this was our conversation.

“Are you tired, Momma?”

“Yessirree.”

“Why don’t you take a nap at work like I do at school?”

“Because grown ups don’t get to do that.”

“Do you want me to talk to that mean man for you, Momma?”

As much as I’d love to eat some graham crackers and a bit of milk and roll out my nap mat around 1:00 or so, I don’t really see a lot of work getting done afterwards. 

Besides my boss is the sweetest lady ever and, lord knows, I don’t want to ruin her day by making her deal with The Bandit when he smells an opportunity for trouble making in the air.