I'm pretty sure today is the day.
Today is the day that my brains are voluntarily going to exit my skull.
I just listened to Youngest Boy moan-cry in a nearly inaudible Sesame Street Monster-sounding whiny growl, "IT WON'T LET GO! IT WON'T LET GO!" for a solidly enduring 8.375 minutes.
The good news is that it is laundry day so cleaning up the brain mess shouldn't be too much hassle.
