Losing My Mind...

Right now, all three are napping... a modern day miracle. Peace regins. However, earlier today, as I walked into the living room I had just decorated for Christmas (a birthday present to myself), I discovered that half the family size Cheerios box had been dumped out and was being crushed by two minions. After happening upon the ample quantities of Cheerio powder that now graced the hardwood floor, I said, as I do many times throughout each day, "Oh my word!!!". I was going to leave it at that, but Lincoln finished it with, "I am losing my mind!!!". Amidst all the swelling negative emotion, I had to smile. I didn't realize that I said that enough for Lincoln to catch on, but it's true. I am losing my mind, one crushed Cheerio at a time. I should probably make a concerted effort to not say so, just so the minions don't know that they're gettin' me down. Mothering is not for the faint of heart or weak in mind. I'm still trying to decide if I'm up for this. I know, I know... the decision has already been made. Pull up yer panties, girl.