Dearest Husband,

I really hate life right about now.  Oldest Daughter is sick.  And when Oldest Daughter is sick, we all suffer.  Youngest Daughter has entered the stage of life where she is just NOT fun.   She needs a straight jacket.  She wants me to hold her all the time, which is fine unless I need to use my hands.  So right now she’s standing next to me… yelling.  No wait - she wandered over to the couch and picked up a pen and wrote on herself.  I just took it away and now she’s back - yelling.  Having a mini tantrum.

But there are only 87 minutes left until you leave work.  That’s all.

I worked out today.  That’s two days in a row.  Unfortunately I became supremely stressed and I ate like three chocolate chip cookies.  I’m not making those anymore.  And if I make them for anyone else, they have to be delivered immediately so they aren’t in the house.

I didn’t used to be a stress eater.  Then I became a mother.  I think the actuality is that I didn’t really know what stress was.

So today I was getting soap to put in the soap dishes that we bought, since I have sworn off liquid soap.  Have I ever told you how much I absolutely love the smell of Dove soap?  When I smell it, I’m transported back to my childhood - it reminds me of the smell in my grandmother’s house where we lived.  And actually, I’d be happy to be transported just about anywhere else at the moment as I’m trying to type this with Youngest Daughter wrestling with me to get to the keyboard and Oldest Daughter standing beside me repeating, “I want my prince, I want my beautiful prince” over and over (I let Youngest Daughter hold her prince doll to try to distract her - but unfortunately, she decided to use it to hammer the laptop).  Remind me again why I’ve sworn off spanking the children?  Are you sure it’s not a good idea, even just for therapeutic value on my part?  I know - it doesn’t do any good and it just makes them yell louder.

Youngest Daughter is now writhing on the floor, screaming.

Back to the soap.  I opened the box and looked at it, wondering why there’s a little tab.  Why would anyone want to reclose a cardboard box of soap?

Do people keep these boxes and use them as a storage container?  But as I was examining the box, I realized the tab is just that - a tab.  To open the box.  I can’t tell you how long I’ve wondered about this.

And I have no point.  Other than to demonstrate that I’ve lost my mind.

Your Loving Wife

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