...doesn't mean they can't drive you crazy!
I'm in the depths of despair! Do I know why? Nope. Well, I have my suspicions, but there's virtually nothing I can do about it.
Hormones. I'm talking about hormones. My arch rivals who creep in, disguise themselves as my messy children, overbearing to do list, or fatigue. But alas, after a day, I realize that I'm not crazy. Just hormonal.
Go figure that this would happen over spring break. Not only do I have to try to muster up the energy to do my regular household chores, but I have to do so while entertaining 4 children, as opposed to the 2 I usually have in tow. Naptime is non-existent. Who can make a 7 1/2 year old take a nap? Not I.
The Girl Scout cookies mock me. I've got the angel on one shoulder telling me that eating them would make everything worse. It would negate my morning workout. On the other shoulder, I have the devil, dressed in milk chocolate deliciousness, and carrying a Thin Mint sceptyr, telling me that just one Tagalong would make everything better. Must not make eye contact with the cookies...
So, do I do what I know I should do, which is finish cleaning the kitchen, fold the laundry, and vacuum the living room, or do I do what my uninvited guests are telling me to do?
Chocolate and a chick flick it is!