Well, hello you all. Sorry yet again for the sporadic posts. I am continuing to battle my little demons: one day I am just fine and dandy with life's status quo, and the next morning I am planning on liquidating my little IRA left from my days of paid work and buying us all one way tickets out of this town.
The challenge here is I have no idea which chick is going to wake up each day: the relatively happy, calm mother who more or less plows through the poop and the crumbs and the shrieks, or the impatient, teary harridan who cuts off her children mid-sentence while she obsesses over new ways to escape.
Is this what a certified nutcase looks like?
Luckily today was a good day. Suddenly I have some things to look forward to (I know, I know, as if I didn't already): PVT has been plotting a spring break getaway and our annual trip to the Motherland. Amazing what having something to daydream about in the middle of a gray winter - both literally and figuratively, I mean there - can do for one's outlook.
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