The Bisque that Broke the Camel’s Back

As I sat in the grocery store parking lot, car running, trying to pull myself together, I heard my cell phone ping alerting me to a new text message. My eyes were swollen and red from intense crying and my nose was running, partially due to an oncoming cold but mostly from the hysterics. *Have the kids eaten dinner yet?* I can’t even have a nervous breakdown in peace. Rewind to earlier that day. It was a Monday and I was home with the kids, due to the “we take all the {paid} holidays!!!11” daycare policy. Life lately has been hellish, on all fronts. And I was preparing for another relatively stressful week, while also brewing what I’d discover 4 days later to be Bronchitis. If it’s not already obviously by ... Read the full post.