The Hurrier I Go...

"The hurrier I go, the behinder I get" ~The White Rabbit

If this statement is true, and I submit that it is, then wouldn't it stand to reason that I can get ahead of the game by taking a nap? Just sayin'.

Remember that sour-faced little guy in the back to school post? Things aren't getting much better. It's been a rough transition back to school this year. Ugh! Who knew I would need a degree in Elementary Education just to help with 4th grade math homework? Oh the crying, the throwing of pencils, the crumpling of paper…(and that's just me!) Math is Not. My. Thing. Needless to say, tensions have been running high around here. Bleh! (Please let things calm down soon…please let things calm down soon…)

I have to admit, I'm not my best self right now, either.

I am currently in a "sick and tired" phase…I think it's been going on for a while!

If you are one of those people who has never had a psychotic break with reality one of those "days" (and "days" so does not cover it...) Well, good. You have my deepest respect and admiration.
But if you, like me, are more inclined to wonder on a daily basis:
why boys have to spray the entire bathroom every time they pee and
why can't the dishes/laundry/cleaning/ stay done for more than 5 minutes and
can't someone else figure out what's for dinner and yes you have to do homework and chores and can someone please just once load the dishwasher and take out the garbage without acting like I've asked you to sever a body part and

does no one else in this family know how to hang up a towel or put a roll of toilet paper on that little silver holder thingy and how are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet anyway?

Well then, you'll know what I mean…I need a vacation! Calgon…take me away!!!

Clearly, I am not one of those women who have it all together.

Clearly.

I will just keep chanting to myself; "Keep Calm and Carry On". (Emphasis on the Keep Calm part!)

In other news:

Shane picked me this sunflower the other day on the way home from school. It came with a big hug and a kiss. (Dear Neighbor, sorry about my son picking your flowers…yes, we've had a little chat about it). I look at it every day to remind me that calmness and order will be restored, and that despite the rockiness of the after school routine, he does still love me. Even if he says angry words to the contrary.

And…my vacuum is on life support.

 I don't think it will be with us much longer. Poor thing has been accidentally pulled down the stairs one too many times. I guess my family is really hard on stuff. Dear vacuum, sorry for your early demise. I loved you, you have been a great, albeit expensive, vacuum…you will be missed.

(Duct tape is an upgrade and does not come standard)

I think that pretty much sums things up for now.