It is 5:30 pm, Saturday. I have spent the day playing with, feeding, mediating arguments between, consoling, and generally listening to and watching and entertaining my 6-year-old niece and my 4-year-old nephew. They are finally settled down and quiet, watching a Christmas movie about Santa. It's just dark out now, and we've turned on the Christmas lights. And now that I've finally had a moment to sit down, I feel like it must be 10 o'clock at least, not just 5:30. I mean, I could go to bed right now. And that's just sad.
Remind me never to have kids of my own.
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