The poem says,
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
This came to mind after I had been dealing with the two impossibles (Jonah and Freya). They have been aggravating each other, putting her feet on him, tripping her, random smacks here and there. I have sent them to their rooms multiple times, have yelled so much that I have given myself a headache and have gone from a good mood to this nasty one.
When Raita called and I complained about the woes of parenting, his words of wisdom were, "ya got any booze?" It's official, the drinking lamp is lit.