Dear Universe...

It took me a full two hours to deep clean my kitchen tonight, as it hadn't been done since well before Easter.  Feels good.  I can't help but wonder...  Does this fact prove that this working mother of three young ones is LAZY?  Or does it prove that I'm NORMAL?

Note to My Future Self...

Next time you go out of town, stay away long enough for your family to clean up the messes they make while you are gone.  You'll thank me for this advice.

Dear Grocery Shopping with Children In-Tow...

I really do hate you.  Despise you.  Loathe you.  Abhor you.  However, my current life circumstances demand that I must endure you.  So please, from now on, take it easy on me.

Dear Mom...

My children slept for nearly eleven hours last night.  Thanks for your hand in leading them toward exhaustion; once I finally made it to bed, we all slept soundly and peacefully.  Amen.