...don't say anything at all.
It helps if your computer won't connect to the internet, too.
This third trimester is hitting me hard. I've got sciatic pain down both legs. It's still hot. I'm grumpy.
The kids are acting like school is an oppressive burden. When offered the choice between their schoolwork or going to the local school, they want Option C: play all day long.
Peter now has three stitches in his chin. Of course he hurt himself at bedtime. Last night was a late night.
And my computer has not been connecting to the internet. Things I would normally do, like use Mapquest to confirm directions to the new piano teacher's house, weren't easily done (my husband's laptop has been fine, but it's inconveniently located and not connected to a printer...). So instead of confidently arriving on time for our lessons, I show up 20 minutes late and practically in tears because I was just so very frustrated...and hot...and uncomfortable...and traveling with grumpy kids who don't want to do anything educational.
Tomorrow is the first weekday in this entire month that is blank. I'm baking cookies.