Time Flies....

I've decided that life's messy. It's nothing like the baby product commercials, all placid and certainly not simple. I think it's finally sinking in that kids are always going to be a challenge. Just when they've struggled through one difficult phase, it's followed by an even more challenging one. Most days, I am able to accept that, and cope with my usual Irish aplomb. But some days I'm pulling my hair out (mostly it falls out on it's own!) So I decided that it's my blog, and if I can't be honest, I may as well not be writing. Besides, nobody is reading this anyway, not really. And I need to vent.

Today has been the culmination of hazards: frustration, disorganization and children.
I've been swimming uphill against a tide of dirty clothes and cluttered rooms, dirty dishes and cluttered thoughts, and I just looked up to find more of the same. I had to race to my daughter's school to switch the peanut butter & jelly sandwhich for a snack pack because I forgot there are kids there with nut allergies. I have a lunch date tomorrow that I'm almost dreading because I don't know what my 4 year old will behave like--a spoiled princess or a tyrannical T-Rex. I completely forgot my hair appointment last week and now my hair is a fuzzy mess--no thanks to the thousand degree weather and 1000% humidity. I feel like I'm wearing a steel wool wig. It's too hot to be outside unless you're swimming, but I don't know the first thing about the pool chemicals, and forget trying to inflate a 5ft blow up pool--it's got three rings! My 10 month old didn't get lunch until 2 pm today--she started screaming before I realized why--because I was too busy trying to catch up with everything else. She's now pulling the folded laundry from the basket....

But before I burst into tears wondering if I'm really this unhappy in life (okay, after I burst into tears), I remembered I forgot to take my B complex today. Because I think I'm perimenopausal. Actually I think I'm menoausal emotionally, which means I could either burst into tears or a rage if somebody looks at me wrong. Without the B vitamins, I've become a loose cannon. These days the dog never knows if he's going to get a pat on the head and a "poor Mr. Puppy Head," or a few choice words for tripping on my heels for his dinner. Is this what happens when your youth dries up?