Blame it on the rain?

All my flowers patiently wait for the rain to stop so I can plan them. 

For the last couple of weeks I feel like a hamster in one of those wheels. 

I just run from doing dishes, to putting away laundry, to running to the store and spending too much money, to getting home and unloading the stuff and realizing that I forgot to get toilet paper again. 

 Just when I want to take a nap the kids are about to get home.

 Or when I want to watch Oprah I remember pretty soon there won't be an Oprah.

 She keeps counting down the shows like it's great, but I am sad. 

I don't want to pay more money to get her channel, especially if the Oprah show isn't even on it.

 Then I think "that's dumb, you shouldn't be so attached to a TV show or to Oprah", 

but I am attached to her and she is always showing up in my dreams at night. (Along with Jack Black and Jim Carey.) 

Then I think "I'll take a break when Nate gets home" but then I remember he has a late meeting at work. 

Then the kids all go play and I crash on my bed, but instead of it  making me feel better I feel depressed because I didn't do homework with them again and it's all my fault that they aren't going to develop talents or get good grades because I think 3:30 to 5 is only good for napping.

My head is in a trap.  

My eyes are fogged over. 

 I snap out of it for a minute and I think "oh good, I'm glad that's over" 

Then I fall back into the maze because the twins fight over which car seat to sit in, then Sarah hits me hard, then I spank her hard, then I think "Damn! 

I wasn't going to ever spank her again because it doesn't work, it just makes us feel awful!  

But what in the heck?  I don't know what I'm doing with this parenting thing."

 I shouldn't say damn on my blog because some people think it's a swear word, but I don't, I think it's a biblical power word and it's great  for special occasions.  

It's my grandma's 90th birthday but I of course am late in sending her a gift. 

Is it the constant rain that is making me a negative Nelly?

 Do I need medication?

 I can't finish any song I start. I can't finish any blog post I start.

 Except for yesterday's and maybe this one if I decide to publish it.

 I'm going to the store to get toilet paper, then to the post office to mail my grandmas gift.  

Maybe when the sun shines and I can plant my flowers, I'll feel better.