frustrated

Evan goes to his camp tomorrow and that makes me all uptight.  My house is a MESS, serious disaster and I can not do a thing about it with the tv blaring and the kids yammering away at me.  I'm super stressed, I'm not getting a much needed simultaneous break from my kids this summer, and frigging time refuses to stand still so I can catch up.  I feel like if I don't make it to the posh club tomorrow morning I am going to explode, so hopefully I'll roll over around 6 before anyone is up and head out the door.  It's going to be a long hard day and I am going to need all those exercise endorphins in order to NOT kill someone before I lay back down tomorrow night.

On the bright side, I am fairly certain I saw one of the bunnies this afternoon in a spot where I often see the mama bunny.  I turned around to screech the good news let the kids know and in the two seconds I wasn't looking the bunny disappeared.  I'm sure it was one of our cutie pie nesters though.  I gotta be a believer.