With getting just one rabbit out of the house every morning, I can't even imagine the assembly line that goes on to get more. It's gotten to the point where I can't even gulp down my first cup of coffee in order to get breakfast made, lunch into a backpack, clothes on the rabbit and her hair shellacked for the anti-lice defense.
How bad is it? The Rabbit wrote a book for the class publishing party last week called, "The Yell." The story? How Mama can be when she doesn't have enough coffee in the morning. In the story, The Rabbit ducks into the bathroom to hide while Mama races around "yelling." And then The Rabbit comes out asking if I've had coffee yet?!?! Everyone laughs. Until Mama yells again.
I'm getting an IV caffeine drip.