Broken

When Chris gets home after being out of town for a week he is going to find me chugging coffee, and he'll wonder what happened to my decaf resolve. And I will cite Day One when I used my entire week's worth of patience on a game of Memory. And Day Two when I awoke at 6 am to a boy and a crib covered in poop.

Last week I said to my mother, "Hey! Want to come over while Chris is out of town? Not because I will be floundering and needing help desperately, but because it will be fun and we can watch chick flicks."

I'm outnumbered and they poop and eat and talk and talk and talk.

Help!

Thank God mi madre arrives today. Day Two and I am a broken woman. Now, where is my cup of coffee?