It’s pretty difficult to schedule a public breakdown and not inconvenience someone in the process. That and my timing has always sucked anyway. So to hell with it. It’s time to deal with Shit I Would Rather Not since the Mayans lied and the world did not end. Obviously.
Instead of focusing on the crazy in my head, though, I thought listening to a reading of It’s a Book by Lane Smith might cheer us all up. All I now is, hearing a five-year-old call a donkey a jackass is enough to make me crack a smile. Go ahead and put my name in for Mom of the Year. I’m writing my acceptance speech now.