I am telling you this, because we had a swim meet tonight, and there is nothing that sucks the life out of me like a swim meet. Well, except for addressing 70 valentines on behalf of the twins during their preschool years. Now THAT was a buzz kill.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE seeing my kids swim; it's the 3.75 hours between their events that's the killer of sanity.
Anyway.
Waffles with ice cream was on the list of things I wanted to do with the kids this summer; it was scribbled on my mental notepad, right next to my imaginary reminder to feed the hamster and hang the bathing suits up (again). The thing is--there's always that GUILT over not feeding them something that would be considered a *normal* lunch food, and it is always in conflict with the DESIRE to be a fun mom. People who are obsessed with healthy food, I assume this means that you own a small piece of my soul.
I am SO. TIRED. It's just one of those weeks, where the kids are at Vacation Bible School every morning, and yet my life seems so incredibly busy and complicated. There is something going on every. single. night., and a couple of bigger-type projects coming up REAL soon. And then there's like, one million requests by my kids to have playdates and sleepovers, and I want to, but I'm so tired, and we are currently awaiting an air conditioner repair, which has left my kids sleeping in the living room for four nights, and (in case I haven't mentioned it), I am so tired, I can't even think. We all know this is the panic talking, but my stress level is rising, and having to pack the equivalent of a European vacation's worth of luggage for tonight's swim meet didn't help.
I might be a wee bit on edge, blogworld. So please forgive my lame post about waffles; I think we all know that this is really about holding my sh#! together.
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