Stress for me results in sleep. Logan, not so much.

Logan has this thing he does when he's a little stressed out.

He reacts to things by yelling out some minor-league expletives. Things like, "Gah, Jeez, Bless It!"

But the force with which these minor-league expletives come flinging from his gob, makes you convinced another really bad thing has happened. The truth is we're all a little on edge over here, Gary's dragging his water dish all over the place, we're dropping revenue like the Big Three and Maddie is pissed beyond belief that Logan's making her take orchestra for one more year. Max and Socks are pretty much cuddling each other for relief from the bad mood swirling around this house.

So when Logan yells, "Gah! JEEZ!!! Bless IT!!!!"

My whole body goes, "Oh God, the car's dead."

Or, "The House Is On Fire"

Or, "I just caught botulism!"

But no, these are examples of times I've heard "Gah, JEEZ!!! Bless IT!!!*" in the last month.

This afternoon: "Gah, JEEZ!!! Bless IT!!!*"
He grabbed the wrong socks for his run!

The other day: "Gah, JEEZ!!! Bless IT!!!*"
He forgot to hit cancel on the microwave when the timer ran out. Did you hear it? So Annoying!!!

A day before that: "Gah, JEEZ!!! Bless IT!!!*"
A client has minor changes, that are annoying.

I can't imagine what it's like at Wagoner's house.

*Or equivalent.