Dear readers, I aten't dead (yet). Though I am close.
Fortunately for my sanity, my kind friends have taken me in for lunch and dinner, taken my kids off to play with their kids, watched my sprogs while I gardened (briefly), picked up one kid from school and fed him dinner, and offered to take the three year old. Tomorrow my mother is coming over for a day and a half, which may enable me to bathe the children. And.... put in deer fencing around my fruit! And go weed! And... I don't even know. Clean the kitchen?
I'm really, really glad we moved here, where we've made so many fantastic friends, and near family before having the third (I'm still surprised) child. Because otherwise, I would be dead.
Last week's decision to start potty training, however, remains ill-advised.