Yesterday, my house was mostly clean. I was almost caught up on laundry. My kids were healthy and happy. I had a plan for dinner. Life was good!
Then somehow, sometime during the day yesterday, it all turned upside down. I can’t pinpoint exactly when it started – whether it was when Kat suddenly got unusually grouchy over some blocks. Or when I put off emptying the dishwasher so I could watch The Hills. When I spent way too long picking up a few things at the grocery store. Or when Jason came home late again.
Nope, I don’t know where exactly the dominoes started to fall, but I’m sitting here amidst the wreckage. A baby with a fever, a Son who went to bed too late, woke up tired and therefore fought me over every detail of getting ready this morning, a husband who got grouchy over his morning routine being messed with and a kitchen with a day and a half’s worth of stinky dishes piled up. I’m overwhelmed.
In a situation like this, I take extreme measures to make myslf feel better so that running far far away doesn’t seem so tempting. This morning it’s Illy coffee and Decadent Peanut Butter Pie. A mama’s gotta do what a mama’s gotta do to keep her sanity, knowwhatImean?






