Yesterday afternoon was one of those afternoons...you know them. The kids were hyper. I was tired and didn't feel good. The kids were hyper. I couldn't get anything done. Did I mention the kids were hyper? They wouldn't follow directions...AT. ALL. By the time Doug got home I was just DONE. The kids didn't get better throughout dinner. After they left the table I just slumped down and told Doug that I felt like I was running an insane asylum but that I was pretty sure that even insane asylums were much calmer and more organized than our house. Doug very calmly responded, "Well, they've got good drugs there." Hilarious. That was a mood changer. I, of course very briefly, entertained the envious wish that I could find some of those drugs to administer at home. It was just a brief though. I wouldn't...um...really do that.
Doug has always had the ability to calm me down when I'm losing it. Actually, we kind of do a good job at balancing each other out that way. It seems like when one of us is losing it, the other one has it together and props the other up. I think that's why we work so well!! Everyone should have someone in their life like that.
What do you do when you're losing it during the "witching" hour?