Sometimes I feel like I’m floundering through life.  I get up, work out, teach a few classes, get the kids to school, clean, write if I have time, pick the kids up, make dinner and go to bed.

Sounds pretty routine, it should be easy, right?

Then come the monkey wrenches. Sick days, snow days, emergency PTA meetings, we’ve run out of wine, someone needs underwear washed PRONTO,   the usual family strife.

It’s the days I’m dodging monkey wrenches that I realize, I have no idea what I’m doing.

I mean, who in their right mind decided I should have three children? I’m basically a chubby 12 year old trapped in a chubby 41 year olds body. 

I keep telling the kids to make their beds and not eat cake for breakfast when I hav...

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