Supermom

Ooooh. Today was just ugly. All the zillion details I juggle came crashing down. Hard. On my head. So I did what any self-respecting grown-up would do: I cried. I yelled. I probably threw a fit. It was singularly unlovely. I hate the start of the school year. My house is out of order following kids home all day for weeks, the schedule is still a work in progress, and there is a need for more flexibility on a daily basis than a human pretzel could muster. So I snapped a little bit. Thankfully it does not appear to be a permanent break with reason and patience. Here's to a bit of humility that reminds me that I cannot be superhuman no matter how much effort is exerted.