Some days....

Some days I'm holding onto a thread to make it through. It is 12:30 in the afternoon. He's been up since 9. I'm shooting for everyone alive by 1pm. Will renegotiate goals after that. So far today...

After days of too much snow and wind. Days of school being canceled. 2 days of no anxiety meds and now the weekend looking at 2-3 more days till I get any (those are mine by the way). Two weekends of "momma break" being canceled do to snow travel conditions. One toe nail being torn off and bleeding like a banshee (him). One gymnastics teacher that freaks because she sees blood through his band aid and makes a giant scene washing everything down he might have touched. 6 band aids. One moment of weakness in which I took the time to shower but then ended up needing to rush him to make it to said gymnastics class on time- but rushing him turned to him feeling out of control and resulted in Mommy deserving to get pee'd on. So make that 2 outfits by 10 am for mommy. Two carseats being fit into the slogging mess of a backseat to fit One nephew in along side my son. Two sinus colds. One insessently barking annoying 6 pound dog that refuses to go outside to do her business but uses the bathroom as if it is her own. Make that 2 pee messes before 10 am, one human one canine.  One case of the hiccups that I'm sure are a sign of demon possession (me).  Far more than two prayers to God to keep us together cause I certainly cain't.