The kids have been home from school for five days now. With Presidents day, and parent/teacher conference week, there has been not near enough school for my taste. I look like a cartoon character of a harried house wife. There is glitter in my hair, despite the fact that I vacuumed thrice yesterday (more evidence that glitter is the work of an evil woman hating god). My sofa is being used as a marine rescue vessel. The fruit basket is thoroughly ravaged, but I don't have the fortitude to pack up the kids and go to the store. I haven't slept more than four hours at a stretch in over a week. It is not looking good around here, not good at all.
As that spunky red headed orphan put it, the sun'll come out t'morrow. There will be kindergarten, there will be preschool, there will be silence in the living room, if only for a few precious hours. I will shower without having to mediate and shave my legs at the same time. I will sit and write for an hour, maybe two with out pausing to cut up an apple and yell "The cat is not a shark, STOP THROWING LEGO AT HER! NOW!" Why did it go out of fashion for doctors to prescribe valium willy nilly like they are vitamins? Why?
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