It’s catching. First it was the lils, and for them the last three weeks have been hard. We thought it was getting used to the lack of schedule and no day care in July. We blamed it on travel, on the late bed times. Then there was Woo’s summer camp and the fact that they were separated for a couple of weeks, then more travel. It’s constant though. They’re still out of sorts, and it never ends well. The crying, the tears, the fights, the hitting, the tantrums…

This week it’s us. I know that I am off, and Willy admits the same. He has deadlines and stress at work, I can’t get anything done most days. I am not adjusting well to having the lils n e e d me all day long every day, and I am so very overstimulated by the constant noise and attention. I have not gotten any work in, other than a quick trip to the office last week. There are things I need and want to do and can’t. Things I should be doing and don’t or I get so easily distracted from. Then there are all the things that might be happening, that we aren’t sure of, and that have yet to break or invade our home. They are wearing on me. Plus the crying, the tears, the fights, (no hitting) the tantrums…

It’s hot, I am tired, rambling and out of sorts. I don’t like it one bit.