That's it. I'm declaring today a Mental Health Holiday. Because if I don't, my kids are going to get hands-on experience with Straightjacket 101.
I came to this conclusion last night as I was sobbing over my bowl of ice cream. Anyone who can cry over 2 scoops of organic chocolate chocolate chip ice cream, sprinkled with raw pecans and organic unsweetened coconut, drizzled with Hershey's syrup has really got problems. But when I realized I was crying (over nothing, mind you!), I began to laugh hysterically. Then Caleb asked what was wrong and I began to cry again. Between the laughing and crying, I was a big ball of manic/depressive behavior, cycling about every 5 seconds.
So what has caused this psychotic behavior? Well, Abby is teething ferociously, spending most of her waking hours crying. And when she is not crying, she is busy un-doing whatever I have just done. Add that to the frantic preparations being made around here for something big (which I will tell about when it is done), I have come to the end of my rope. Mix in a healthy dose of erratic pregnancy hormones, and drastic measures have to be taken.
And, besides, we are looking forward to another 60+ degree day here and what kind of ogre would I be if I made my kids stay inside and do math?