
So... sometimes I'm not cool as a cucumber. Sometimes I wonder how I will actually end the day at the same level of sanity as when I started it. Well, yesterday I found myself sitting in my Suburban. It was parked in my garage. The windows were up... it was a bit warm. What was I doing? Hiding from my children. (Did I mention how needy and greedy they are?) I continued to hide for five minutes while I ate licorice. Five minutes not so long, you say? Oh my friend, you highly underestimate the speed and rate of consumption during ANGER EATING. It is quite staggering. Nobody found me! I polished off the licorice before anyone was even calling me! (Okay... truth be told... the windows were up despite of the heat. They may have been calling, but I never heard them.) As I was sitting there, I did happen to notice how nicely my husband has organized the garage. But of course it is organized... he gets to work without kids at his beck and call. "Go ask your mother," is his usual reply! Still, I did admire his work as I overheated in the stifling suburban. Did I mention I reclined the seat? Lo and behold, I hung on tightly to my last bit of sanity for yet another day. Life is good.