Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!

This house is crazymaking!!!! Matthew is running around like someone spiked his OJ with crack, Brandon is constantly asking me questions like , "Do gases change into solids?", Moose is underfoot everywhere and the laundry! The laundry!

Just now I overheard this conversation from the living room:

Chris: "Matthew, hand me that drill."
Matthew: "No."
Chris: "Just don't poke yourself with it."

Fortunately, it's a toy drill.

I want to run away. Run away! I feel the need for a mental health day.