I have recently reached a point of near exhaustion. Mike has been traveling a lot, and I haven't had the benefit of help. We recently took a trip to visit friends in South Carolina and to tour in Atlanta while Mike was at a conference. All of this has added up, and I'm not handling it as well as I would like.
I have no patience left by 5 pm. I'm not proud to say I have snapped at the kids.
Today I fell asleep on the couch while Mike and the kids were playing. It was a nap I wanted to take every day this week, but I couldn't manage to get both kids to nap at the same time. I appreciated the rest, but I don't think it was enough.
Two hours later I cleaned a potato and put it in the microwave to go with dinner. I have microwaved potatoes countless times. This was the first time I caught one on fire. I was sitting at the table next to the microwave, and I turned to see smoke coming out of it. There weren't actually flames, but Mike said the smoke kept coming out of it when he dumped it outside.
Not one of my proudest moments. Good news: I didn't actually catch my house on fire. Bad news: my house stinks like burnt potato.
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