If Chaos was an apple, I would have grown a whole damn orchard my now. My life has become stranger than a drunken gorilla on a rusty pogo stick, and my family doesn't even seem to notice most of the time. I would be happy to lose the few marbles I have left at this point if I thought there was any possibility of my husband and kids being able to function without me. But since they can't even manage to find their own shoes without help, I will have to keep my crap on its cracker a little while longer. Until then, maybe I will drown my stress in chocolate. I hear it can do wonderful things.