My kids are driving me bananas and not the cool Gwen Stefani kind of b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
I’m totally going batshit insane here.
They are being unruly, adorable, little dickheads, running around without taking my state of mind into any consideration.
I have no more popsicles to bribe them with and I’m running out of patience. Why did I have kids? Good question.