Thinking about the approaching summer fills me with fear and dread. This is perhaps not totally surprising, but still.
I have been stressing about Pesach for two weeks already. -??- This is most unlike me.
I have exploded at my son twice today. What gives?? The kid is only 23 months old. Perhaps my temper is unusually short. (I have since removed myself from potentially similar situations, ergo it is under control. No need to worry/report me.) (Also, he tends to laugh like crazy whenever anyone yells at him (not that this makes it ok).)
The boys will go to sleep after I give them lunch, thereby enabling me to freaking get something freaking done alfreakingready, and yet I have not yet chosen to give them lunch.
I have a house full of toys that are guaranteed to enthrall toddlers for hours, plus vertical window blinds guaranteed to invite whacking by toddlers for hours, plus a circular racetrack through the kitchen/hallway/dining room guaranteed to provide toddlers with hours of running around fun, and yet both toddlers who are currently in my house consistently choose to spend their time jumping on top of me, thereby, among other things, causing my computer to shut off and preventing me from doing ANYTHING AT ALL. What gives??
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