Flour on my feet

It was another hectic day in my world. Kids crazy, waiting for DH to come home. I decided to make homemade pizza for dinner. I looked in my cabinet and found one package of yeast. Lucky me, that's all the recipe called for. I got the pizzas rolled out and into the oven to brown. Time for a break. When I looked down, my bare feet were sprinkled with flour dust. I thought, "How funny is that?"

waiting

Like most days, I'm waiting for my husband to come home and rescue me. The time seems to go so slowly. It is around 4:30 that I consider becoming an alcoholic. The kids are tired and hungry and loud. But I don't bother making a drink. I think about the morning time and how early I wake up, and the energy I will need to get me through with 3 kids 4 and under, and I say it's not worth it. I do drink on occasion though, just not 'til the little ones are in bed.