Today I have had a grumpy fight with a ten year old about washing his damn hair, a battle over tooth brushing with the same ten year old, so you know bracketing my day with fights over hygiene is just spiffy. I’ve spent 8 hours over the last 24 hours working on a project that isn’t finished yet and I needed yesterday.  I’ve had a three year old run away from me and onto a baseball field during practice then I got to field Santa questions in front of the 3 year old. By bed time, one kid wants to sleep with the lights on. The other can’t sleep unless the lights are off. I’ve cried a lot. I’ve eaten too much fast food. My shoulders ache. My ankles feel swollen. I’m on the edge of tears again. I’m so fucking overwhelmed by everything I need to get done this week. I’m a fucking mess.

and I just want to write but nothing is coming.