When I first wrote this, I was a frazzled 38 year old mother of 3. Now I'm older.
3 kids, 2 dogs, 2 cats, 3 goldfish, 2 guinea pigs, 3 hamsters and contemplating 4 chickens. 1 boyfriend. 1 full-time job. 1 car. Do I need to learn when enough is enough? I'd say so! This is a window onto my slow decline into gibbering lunacy. Every cloud, eh?!
In a world where bloggers are outed constantly, all names have been changed to give the journos something to do should I ever sink into notoriety of any kind. And let's face it; notoriety might be more interesting than gibbering lunacy...