Getting a Grip Again and Again

OK, I have calmed down somewhat, every child in the house helped me scrub everything except the three that irk me every Sunday, being late to church, trying to text during the service and slumping over to fall asleep. Unbelievably those three were dressed and out the door to Sunday School on time, while I sat here sullenly and slovenly.

EVERY bedroom is now clean, I've singlehandedly gone through dresser drawers and closets, done laundry non-stop, swept the entire house and scrubbed the bathrooms. In shock at my righteous outrage, Jose has been compliant, while Jonathan and Paloma are holding on to their stubborn defiance, being emotionally left behind by all other family members who've scrambled to keep up with me today.

We got haircuts done, Sweet JoJo, playing the fool midway through his haircut out on the back deck, earned his place on the big blog illustrating craziness.

I had blogged bitterly on the other page, there's comes a point when it's just terribly tough around here. Yolie'd hung up her phone last night and muttered angrily to her husband, "Those kids are gonna kill Mama." A figure of speech, my heart might just explode from the stress of so much hate and defiance sometimes.

I went over to Sarah's for a minute today, she fed me a wonderful cold pasta salad and the rest of my creme de menthe brownies while we stared out the window at her huge Lantana, watching a butterfly vie with a hummingbird. It was so peaceful over there, a 5 minute respite for me, from the warfare at home where they test my limits of human endurance.

She just called to read this aloud from the AJC Vent:"Do all 16 year old girls become Soldiers for Satan or does this only happen at my house?