Most days it feels like I need to batten down the hatches for something worse than Hurricane Irene – like maybe Hurricane Irene’s long-lost Australian cousin with a vengeance! Between 4pm and 8pm I can barely cope with the situation, I am frazzled beyond belief and the routine of bathing, feeding, and going to bed is a frenzied panic where it’s me vs. the 2 killer boys – survival of the fittest – and believe me, I am not the fittest. By 8pm I can barely stand up and I am hobbling after my boys like the Hunch Back of Notre Dame!
Here’s a snapshot of how a typical day can spiral out of control – but I never have my phone handy when the sh-t hits the fan for fear of dropping it from a dizzy height. Hence – you need to look beyond the happy images and squint your eyes like when you’re at a traffic light and fatigue deceives your eyes to the point where you can’t tell the difference between a red and a green light!