The sound of one mother falling asleep on the keyboard

Last night worst ever.
So tired no longer have coherent thoughts, only meaningless babble running through my head, interspersed with that dreadful Spanish flea song.

Screw the go with the flow hippy shit, it's time to clench one's behind and get into a dreaded routine. How positively boring and uptight, but anything has got to be better than this.

BBL internets. Have couch to lie on and grizzling baby to ignore.

I am a little Spanish flea
I am a little Spanish flea
da da da da da da
da da da da da da
daaaaaaaah
da da da da da da da

PS A reckons that I'm like Homer and mr hissychick is like grover. WTF is that supposed to mean?