Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Five exhausting days of cooking, cleaning and general care taking of 3 males ages 3 1/2 - 88yrs...long deep breathe.
Walking into my home ready to collapse on the couch only to find it splattered with cat vomit ...breathe.
Not being able to quiet my mind and ending up with 4 hours of sleep...breathe.
Realizing that the only possible options for breakfast are stale chocolate chip cookies and a rotten banana...breathe.
Hoping for a warm summer day to help me get going, only to open the door and find it raining...sigh, breathe.
Rushing to get Fab to school on time for his first day only to be stuck behind the worlds slowest postal truck...resign and breathe.
Leaving the "fancy" grocery store empty handed because the cat food I want is $1.00 a can....curse under my breath and breathe.
Reversing in the "cheaper" grocery store parking lot, looking in my rear view mirror, only to see a woman jumping out of my way in a wave of panic...disturbingly satisfying.