Thursday, September 27, 2012

Balance ...

... has absolutely nothing to do with these knives (or "ka-nives as I like to say).

Balance is what I need to find. Either that or more hours in the day. Or a nap. A nap would be good, too.

I'm in one of those places where work and the punks and the husband and the dog and the house and the errands and the activities and the crummy weather and on and on and on all add up to one crispy-fried mama.

And then it's time to put the punks to bed and pick up the stuff they missed and clean up the bathroom and the crispy-fried mama reaches the end of her rope when the boy starts making noise just because he likes to make noise.


Very loudly.

So now the crispy-fried mama is feeling like crap because she ended the day with yelling, which got her banned from the Punk's room for the evening.

The good news (if you want to call it that) is that I'll be waking the punks up in 10 hours to do it all again. Hopefully with a slightly different ending.


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