Sheesh. A little overkill, wasn't that?

But despite the admitted inevitable futility of our attempts, we keep coming up with things to do. I am the queen of arts of crafts - all of which are rejected after one or two rounds. We fit in outings when we're feeling brave or can borrow an extra pair of supervisory hands.
I find I am so much more than outnumbered these days. I'm like an ant in a tsunami half of the time. And the other half I am playing catch-up, trying to remind everyone inside the house that everyone outside of the house is holding me accountable for their shenanigans, even and especially when I have no control over them.
This is Sir O at my little sister's final/Senior Ballet recital. I've been trying to take him on dates to get him used to the idea of behaving himself in public. He seems to mistake the purpose of these outings to be an exercise in stressing his mother out. I'm going to be stubborn and keep trying.

Oh, the messes at my house. My kids are gross, I'm just going to say it. I am the only thing standing between them and a major cockroach infestation. Luckily, from what I can tell most kids are gross, and would happily live in total squalor. There are a great many moms run as ragged as me.
Ah Bunny, the squishiness. Just stay this way forever and ever, okay?

The Captain has decided I need more learning curve than just the anxiety and belligerence of Sir O. His apraxia has been pushing lots of buttons lately. The list just keeps growing of seemingly small things that are going to be "issues", possibly forever more. Piled all together they begin to look formidable. I need to sit down and process that in a post soonish.
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