This is about the daily grind with young kids ages 8, 6, and 2 and everything that goes with it. From wishing I were somewhere else (more often than you would like to know) to how I'm managing to get through the day without totally losing the plot. My oldest has Asperger's and Sensory Processing Disorder. And he's the best behaved out of the whole lot.
It's so hot I think I'm dying and all I can think about is eating chicken...
Wait, what's that smell? It smells like chicken. Gawd I'm hungry....I wonder if my husband brought home some chicken for dinner. I could go for some Kentucky Fried Chicken. Extra Crispy. Coleslaw. Mashed potatoes and gravy.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
I think it's me. That smell is me. Oh Dear Lord. It's me. I stink.
Its so damn hot, I'm cooking externally and I smell like fried chicken. All that sunscreen and lunch meat Gracie smeared all over me earlier in the day combined with the heat has turned my natural smell of water blossoms and rose petals into some rank form of funk fried chicken.
So I've brought the kids inside for a bit and we ate some of these. God love the American Dream and Dunkin' Donuts.
Then we went to the pool where Gracie tried to bust out, or at minimum, she tried to look cute and innocent so someone else could take her home and get her out of the heat because I was still cooking.
And then we stayed at the pool a little longer so I could cook my chicken butt a nice golden brown and crispy.
Hope you all aren't dying out there. And if you are, for God's sake, get yourself some chicken.