Run Over

It's Sunday night. The grandkids are in bed... finally. Did anyone happen to get the license number of the truck that ran me over? Now I know why God gave little ones to young parents. We old folks just can't hack it anymore. I need a handful of Tylenol and a long night's sleep. Unfortunately sleep is not likely to happen. Elliott gets up several times a night. Once he gets me up it takes a while to get back to sleep. I need to go back to work where I can get some rest.