confined.

what a difference a terrible night's sleep can make.

short-fused this morning.

when the words are on the tip of your tongue immediately and you really don't have that "count to 10 rule" cushion before you say anything, it is exceedingly difficult dealing with a rolling-of-the-eyes 14 year-old when it comes to talking about laundry and the past five-freaking-day-weekend and why can't you help, even just a little bit?

• no friends over.
• no computer until i get home from work.
• inches away from no cell phone.
  

Lord, have mercy. apparently, we are in jail.