I don't much like myself on days like today, days when the amount of laundry generated by one child's late night upset-tummy episode by far exceeds the number of hours available in which to wash said laundry;
days when the volume of raised voices by far surpass the quantity of loving words distributed to my children;
days when lunchtime can't seem to come soon enough but then, somehow, is here much too soon;
days when there is absolutely no way that I would ever allow our lovely speech therapist into this house of utter disarray and chaos and still hope to maintain any shred of dignity (let alone my in-laws, who may or may not be passing through today);
days when all formal lessons are set aside following a near frantic, guilt induced phone call to loving husband;
days when a single, monosyllabic utterance seems to succinctly sum up my entire state of being: meh.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.