In Spite Of

As you must know, my children are of model behavior. They never fight. They always do their chores. Their rooms are always and completely spic and span. Their fingernails are clipped and clean. Random toys, toilet paper pieces, pencils, socks, bottles, books and half-eaten somethingorothers never lay haphazardly strewn in halls and rooms. Q never follows me around continuously unloading pots and pans from cupboards and never puts the mixer in the dirty laundry. He never plays in the garbage and absolutely does not throw my centerpiece off the table multiple times a day. And he obviously never pulls out each and every book from the bookcase or yanks off the stove-knobs. My laundry has yet to reach that insurmountable, "mountainous" stage as I am constantly on top of it. The kitchen floor is always swept with never a crumb or any dinner/snack/breakfast/lunch residue to be found beneath the highchair/table/bar. I consistently have dinner on the table at 5:36 pm and healthful snacks throughout the day. I make it a point to play learning games, sing songs, go on walks, read 20 books to the kids and have art and craft activities each and every day. I am always and exactly caught up on all emails, editing and other photography related business. I am on time to every function with my hair done, makeup on and looking fabulous. When I take out the garbage it never smells so awful I get the chills. Dennis has never, not even once or twice, found old vintage cassette tapes from my childhood and pulled out every last inch of tape into a horrible tangle. (You do remember my sarcastic font, right?!)

And despite my perfect and orderly life...I had a meltdown last night and had to hide in the bathroom...the only safe zone...for a few gloriously irresponsible minutes.

Then, as luck would have it, I have some good friends who must've been watching their Erika Radar and noticed something was amiss because I got two visitors bearing treats. Lovely, eversolovely and tantalizing treats. And still one other offered to babysit for functions she knew I had coming up without me even asking. And my hubby did clean the entire kitchen (which of course it didn't need because it is never dirty) the other night while I was away helping with a commitment for church. I am certainly thankful for good friends, a helpful hubby and sugar.

I have a thing for Marshmallow Creme....shhhh...don't tell.

Although I must admit, a good meltdown once in awhile does kick everyone in gear. Miss B quickly changed the laundry, the big boys scurried to clean the loft, their rooms and the destroyed book case. They all straightened this and put away that along with giving me lots of hugs, 'I'm sorry's, and 'I'll do better's. I feel better this morning. And yes, that is one of many giant spoonfuls of Marshmallow Creme. Don't judge me. It makes me happy...and a little ill.