So after stress built up for the past week or so, I had a melt-down this afternoon. Used to, I'd break dishes or mangle skillets. That was what happened to my huge Revereware skillet back in the olden days. Whacked that baby on the side of the sink one time, and the lid never fit on it again.
The kids and my husband were witnesses to my tirade. Youngest son got really quiet, but the rest of them just went with the flow. What goes in must come out, you know.
Oldest daughter met us at church, with her coming from work. She said that one look at me told the tale that something was amiss. She's my pal. Ever faithful.
Tomorrow ought to be sort of low-key. The least one asked for sloppy joes for dinner, so that's what we'll have with canned baked beans. Can't hardly bake anymore with this heat. I long for a cool rainy day when we can bake a few things and have the windows open. October can't arrive fast enough for me.
Must go. I've got a chick flick (the sisterhood of the traveling pants) to watch on my laptop. Time to chill.
