Portrait of Insanity

Today started out just marvelously (read with sarcasm).

I was sitting on the bathroom floor leaning up against the shower door, in a robe, no makeup and my hair half-dried. Ella was in her bouncer fussing, Max (who has a fever), was crawling all over me screaming at me to stand up and walk around with him. Cameron was nagging me to get him breakfast.

Melvin was getting ready for work and just turned to me and said, “You look like one of those pictures in a magazine.”

Oh boy, which one? Cosmopolitan? Glamour? Vanity Fair?

“What are you talking about?” I asked him, wiping Max’s boogers off my shoulder as he continued screaming.

“You know, those pictures where the woman looks like her kids are driving her crazy.”

At least he noticed what was happening. So when I do end up in the Loony Bin…well, he can’t say he wasn’t warned.