On single-parenting four days a week

I've lost my touch - for now.

There. I said it. An eight-year-old, a five-year-old, and not so much the 22-month-old, have gotten the very best of their ever so kick ass mom. Their dedicated and usually fearless leader who strives on a daily basis to make sure their lives are fulfilled, yet challenging, always taking my role as Mom very seriously to educate my offspring on the ridiculous world we live, is on the verge of defeat. I admit to them I need their help to maintain the groove I've already established. The groove they seem hell-bent on destructing.

There is no I in TEAM, guys.

I'd say "those bastards," but...um...well...



Oh they're so cute you gullibly react.

I'll give you that. They are cute. Cute wolves, I tell you. Wolves in sheeps' clothing.

Although I have birthed the three geniuses before you, their gorgeous attributes have been skewed by developmentally appropriate challenges and power struggles I'm just supposed to endure and move on from as their mother.

I am not and will not be one of those moms who pretends her world is perfect while convincing those around me I'm not going crazy.

Self medication is perfectly normal.