Really real.

It occurred to me right after I published my Ministry of Reality post on Tuesday that it really wasn’t very Ministry of Reality-y.  I waxed poetic about the joys of sleep deprivation.  You’ve got to be kidding me!  It sucks to be tired, even if you’re doing it for a good reason.  Really.  It sucks.  In fact it sucks the life right out of you.  I forgot to say all that.  To make that post really real.

So I thought I’d make up for it by posting some reality of today.  I’m ready to sell my children.  I just wrote my husband an email telling him I had and received enough of a profit to renovate our bathrooms, replace our 86 year old windows, and have enough left over for him to retire tomorrow.  When reality bites you in the butt, dream big, I say.

Much screaming.  Much gnashing of teeth.  Accompanied by some intentional torture with a few lies tossed in.  And what do you have?  A crazy mother ready to resign.

I would like to continue this train of thought, ending it with some uplifting thoughts about these being the good ol’ days (and they are) or how God is blessing me through this time (of utter insanity) (and he is).  But maybe I’ll just end it with the vision of a lady hiding herself in her dining room, living an imaginary life through the pretty screen in front of her, paying no attention to the bathing-suited, life-vested, helmeted girlies running through the backyard sprinkler, and wishing she knew how to make a Margarita and lamenting the fact that even if she did know, she probably shouldn’t be drinking one at 3:00 PM when she’s the supposed “responsible one” at home charged with the care of three small children.

Yup.  That’s all I’ve got.  Just one big ol’ run-on sentence.

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