Goodbye Sanity, I hardly knew ye

I finally got Maggie down for a nap, and now the neighborhood tornado/disaster/nuclear holocaust here come the Ruskies alarm is going off. It's. Really. LOUD.

Oh my god. It just stopped and now the recycling truck is out front. Sounds like silverware in the garbage disposal. I give up.

Last month was a hellacious one for my husband at work, which means it was a hard one for me, too. And without a day off between months he just started an even worse one. I can't catch my breath. You know when you're up to your eyeballs in mothering three kids, and you're just waiting for your husband to walk in the door so you can say, "Here you go. Take over." I need that so badly, except that he's been at work since yesterday at 7am. Yeah, that's 28 hours at work and not even home yet, and when he does get home, he'll be exhausted and fall asleep so I can't exactly give him the parental reins. I don't talk about this aspect of my life much. But there you go.

It's okay. I'm okay. I'm really lucky. There. I pulled my shit together. Life is good. Deep breath.

Here is what I gave him for Fathers Day. Mind you, I don't paint. Not portraits. Not on canvas. I paint wooden things that I make. So this was a first attempt. I love how I did the stripes on the wall. I started on the left and went right thinking "hmmm, maybe a little farther? Yes?" And their eyes. No, they really do look like elves! They are that cute, I swear! Ok, first attempt. Just remember that. And I did it in 2 days because I hemmed and hawed and told myself, "You can't paint a portrait of the kids! You can't even paint! What are you doing?"

You may not believe this, because I can't, but the Cold War alarm is going off again and the trash truck is now out front.