Oh what I wouldn’t sacrifice for one quiet moment. One moment of peace in a life of chaos and noise and screaming and crying and incoherent words. The three year old has reverted to baby talk and cries when he can’t express himself. The baby is teething. I remember teething now; days and weeks of a dour mood. The entire aura of babyhood colored gray by the fog of painful gums. He hasn’t smiled hardly at all the entire weekend. At least he’s napped OK; if it weren’t for that brief reprieve, my house would look like we had a hurricane blow through. And here’s a confession: I washed my kitchen floor for the first time in four weeks. I’m disgusted with myself.

Aside from that aspect of the weekend, I had it up to here with our slow ass internet. I instantly blamed Comcast (or Comtrash, whatever you prefer) but after doing some trouble-shooting – which led to arguing, as always – it turned out our seven year old router was the culprit. So the problems I had downloading were all solved and I could finally get the newest software for my ipod. And then from there, I had all kinds of restoring issues and ended up just wiping the whole thing. Ever since I got the touch, I have had uploading issues. It will time out when I put songs on and then I have to restore it. Sometimes the restore process gets messed up somewhere in the middle, causing it to – when on shuffle – play one song, skip to the next but then stop, going back to the playlist. This is not very good when I am running. Really, the only thing I was concerned with was the new kindle app and a book I purchased. I’m about halfway through and liking it oh-so much so when I couldn’t read it, a small part of me died. So this afternoon, right before the 4th quarter of the one o’clock football games, I ran up to Borders to use my coupon so I could swipe some free net and get my book back. Yay! All is now right with the world. Well, and the fact we bought a new router is awesome too.

Is it sad that I kind of can’t wait to go to work tomorrow? I need the sanctuary of my office. I need a purpose other than laundry and butt wiping. There are days when being a mom is the most trying thing I have ever done. It’s always worth it but sometimes it makes me want to drive my car to a very high cliff and scream at the top of my lungs.