Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Everyone says these are the tough years

nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, just trying to parent my kids this week. Oy vey!

Throw in some possible PMS, and some mental distress and some autism and all I want to do is RUN AWAY!

2 comments:

Veiled Glory said...

Deep breathing, find your happy place...count to 20...

Has said...

Don't forget your morning prayers! I often do and it's such a silly idea!