My mom was here this weekend to witness the insanity that is my life these days. She was amazed, and not in a good way, at the level of chaos that is pretty constant around here. Tuesday afternoon was particularly bad. The girls had come home from school bickering about everything; Campbell had woken up from his nap on the wrong side of the universe and was following me around sobbing and saying, "Up peese!"; Elizabeth was having tummy troubles and was wailing; and B's father had dropped by with belated Valentine's Day treats for the kids, which caused another round of bickering. Plus B was flat on his back in pain from the nerve ablation he had three weeks ago that doesn't seem to have helped his neck at all. So he was no help.
My mother looked at me at one point and said
I'm surprised you're not an alcoholic.