ramble, ramble toil and trouble

My brain, it is empty. It wants to write something charming, but it can't for bona fide, medical reasons. My resources are tapped:

So, now that you know I am all out of clever, stay tuned for how I spent our Monday off.

After doing a mountain of laundry, we went to the Kids' Club, a place to run around and scream when it's mighty frickin' cold outside. Well, the kids run and I read and sort paperwork, surrounded by popcorn, diaper bags and howling babies.

I'm that devoted to my stack of books.

We came home and Lexi started her anti-mother campaign when I said 'no' to a playdate, right before dinner. I reminded her that Greg was leaving again in the morning, so it was important to me that we were all home.

Which, of course, was NO FAIR. And stupid. And worthy of high drama and sadness.

I let her melt into a puddle and made a delicious Indian dinner, complete with naan. (I didn't make it, ok. I picked it up at my beloved TJs.)

I watched her mood change as she saw dinner; she came around.

I made my plate and sighed. I just can't be everything to everyone, stretch myself across this family schedule.

{You've seen my brain. I might snap.}