The idealism and sense of control I felt this morning based on some creative imaginative play and happy moods has now devolved into this:
It is 5pm.
I have been placed in a tiara and am being forced to wield a wand.
My hot cocoa just exploded in my microwave. And then I choked on it.
And, my daughter is running around, speaking only in French, “directing a play”, dressed like this
And, the kids want to watch Scooby Doo but I am putting on Vanderpump Rules.
Oh, and my daughter just ran over to me to say, “MOM! The baby just spilled my juice. But don’t worry. It’s not on the settee.”