Want a laugh at my expense?
I have lost my voice.
Today, Rowan has perked up just long enough to pour dye on the kitchen floor.
Talia has crawled off my bed. (Nearly twice, but I caught her the second time. She's quick though!)
My phone has broken down, and been mended by an engineer that my husband literally begged to come early in case we have to take Roo back to hospital (she still has a headache, has slept about 20 hours in the last 24, and was sick again first thing this morning).
That Bloody Cat has pooped in the hall, and after spending the morning sulking outside, came back in and scratched the baby who tried to grab her tail as she stalked past.
I slammed the door in the face of the girl trying to sell TV subscriptions on the basis of how educational it is. I did not tell her where to stick her extra channels.
And when someone who shall remain nameless asked me what "school" the big ones have done today, I replied, "Lego Star Wars". Which was a gracious and polite response compared to the one I'd have liked to give. They didn't dare ask any more, because I gave them my death-ray look.
I fed them all cold pizza for dinner. Oh yes I really truly did.
And I'm still in my PJs.
So I'd like to post a wonderful inspiring post about how to rise above days like this. Or alternative medicine, or something else admirable. But honestly, the post title is the sum total of my wisdom for today.
Don't kill anyone. And try to breathe. That is all. That is enough.