I am tired today.
There was a point this evening when I thought that it would be best if I just sat in the middle of the upstairs hallway, surrounded by my clean (but unfolded) pile of laundry and cry.
Do you have those days?
Ike and Q just wanted to hump my pile of clean clothes. Casey was moving from the shower to her warm soak and Chandler? Well, Chan was standing at the top of the stairs, singing, while everyone else was yelling at the dog and the boy and my clean clothes were being pressed into tee tiny little wrinkles.
In approx. 18 seconds my world went from calm to complete chaos. And I wanted to cry. Period.