Why oh why oh why...

...does this seem like the week that will NEVER end?

Is it because there's a certain film I will not name or even fake cough because OMG OMG IT'S JUST THAT FREAKIN OBVIOUS that I've been almost literally itching to see on Friday?

Is it the fact that Brenda's been putting in workdays so ridiculously long, she literally gets home from work later than I do--despite the fact I work ten-hour shifts?

Is it because it's finals week for LP and she's approaching it with the usual disaffected teen girl 'Pfffffffffffffffffft, Wut-EVAH' swagger...while unless her eyes are tense and bulging like saucers as full pages of her school texts almost literally drop out her backside, I'm not convinced she's studied hard enough?

Or is it the fact that they're staying with me, eating us out of house and home, plastering their bathroom floor with dirty clothes/wet towels/dirty AND wet clothes/towels while shoveling gallon-sized plastic bags of cereal in their purses for their FRIENDS to eat while they're at school? Oh my dear sweet Lord, why can't you pick friends with mommas that feed them? Honestly?

And that while they're here, I have to wear pants in my own home? PANTS! Why God Why? And a shirt! Buttons and snaps and belts and things! And watch my mouth, too? And let's not even bring up my TOTAL inability to harass Brenda in the usual fashion....

Or is it all of the above?

Hell if I know.