The State of My Life

Do you ever just have one of those days? When your toddler hasn't napped, your preschooler is hopped up on sugar, and everything seems to be slightly off kilter? Like you turn around and your dinner (Shabbat dinner, no less) is setting off the smoke alarm, your daughter has peed on the floor and is crying for dry clothes, and your son is trying to cram the elephant he's brought home for the weekend from school into a pair of doll pajamas. And the next thing you know, everyone is hungry and tired and you're in the basement, frantically looking for some outgrown pajamas for Hippo the Patamus, because if your son's animal has pajamas, then you know damn well your daughter's animal needs some, too, and you can hear the timer going off for the food, and you can hear your husband come clomping in and the sounds of him riling up the kids and all you can think is, "Where can I possibly find pajamas for a hippo?" and then you think, "What the hell am I doing?"

Yeah, that's what it's been like for me, too.