Glad I was unreachable at work today...

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Okay, look, I know Nik can be a royal screaming Technicolor pain in the gluteus maximus when he's in one of his Moods, but Margie really needs to realize that we pay her to take him five days a week because (and do take note of this) we're not home during the day. If he's running a fever, then yes, we can drop everything and come running to get him; if he's knocking over child-sized chairs because he's not getting what he wants, we can't. That's not an emergency, hon. That's a three-year-old. Sigh... Excuse me for a moment while I dig up the child care referral service's number again...

Oh, and the RaveTen shall be a day late this week, because honestly, I don't have the physical/emotional/mental energy to blather about Big Happies at this precise moment. (Expletive-deleted afternoon-evening shifts...) Must go and be horizontal now. Must. Now.