Dear Universe,

Just wanted to let you know, I am going crazy here.

If the cosmos would please align and give me one perfect day, I would really appreciate it.

I would like just one day off...

A day without being pregnant or nursing (it's been three-and-a-half years you know)...
A day without being yelled at, screamed at, and bullied by my three little terrorists...
A day without piles of laundry or dirty dishes...
A day without toys to put away and stuff to clean up and organize...
A day without poopy diapers...
A day without cooking...
A day without the kid's horrible t.v. shows...
A day without being stuck in my house...
A day without fighting to get the kids to bed for two hours every night...
A day without worrying about and taking care of everyone else's problems...
A day without feeling guilty about every imperfect thing I do...
A day without being frazzled...
A day of feeling beautiful and relaxed and loved.

I feel like the mommy-robot with steam coming out of her ears... and I need someone to pull the plug. (Quick! Pull it! Before I explode!)

Today after months of running around like a chicken with her head cut off, I flopped on the couch and didn't get up for hours. It felt soooo good. (And don't worry, the kids are still alive.)

Thanks, Universe. Thanks for listening, anyway.

XOXO

Leah