That pile up and take me down. I handle big things just fine (well, mostly!)
1. the night before last, max was up from 1am-3:30am. Jay was out of town, I weathered this alone and got up at 5:30
2. Last night, Max woke up every 1.5 hours. All. Night. Long. Jay was exhausted from his trip out of town and was heading out of town this morning, I handled this one alone.
3. took the kids to school this morning, got home to a surly teenager who thinks that homeschooling means laying around in your jammies playing game cube all day. Got a gallon and a half of lip, slammed doors, and outright refusal to do chores.
4. got a call from the school nurse. posy has the stomach bug. Went to get her.
5. returned home and started to make banana bread because I can’t stand that swarm of @#$% fruit flies around my counter any more, wash bananas, they seem fine, mix bread up, realize there are no eggs.
6. as I am about to head out the door to get eggs, the school nurse calls again. Yep, Ben has it too.
7. I go get eggs, throw BB into oven, load up again and go get Ben.
8. I still have not managed to fold laundry from three days ago, and can’t wash anything else until the folding is caught up as there is no where to put more clean, unfolded clothes.
If my banana bread doesn’t turn out, I may just dive off the roof. I am losing it, truly losing it. None of that even sounds like a big deal!!!! Why am I freaking out? Lack of sleep?