I think I'm crazy

How does a person know when they've lost their mind?
Is it even possible to know?
Or does your reality just slowly shift until eventually you find yourself in "crazy land" most of the time and it's been so gradual that it's your new normal?

All I know is this:

Moving/renovating + finding new childcare/being without reliable childcare + two adults who work 60+ hour weeks + an island + MASSIVE REPRESSIVE UNRELENTING parent/life guilt = CRAZY

Brain scrambling, mind numbing, certifiable craziness.

At least it's not snowing.

Mother's Day for a Mother

Saturday night:

6 p.m.
Lewis vomits while eating dinner. Like a Roman, he pukes on the floor, turns back to his food, and keeps on eating. I'm marginally horrified.

7 p.m.
I hear Lew coughing in his crib and go in just in time to see him vomit all over his bed.

7:15 p.m.
Cancel the babysitter and our plans to go out for drinks.

11: 25 p.m.
Neville wakes up complaining of aching legs. He crawls into bed with Duncan.

3:15 a.m. Mother's Day
Neville vomits all over the bed, Duncan, and the bathroom. (Note to selves: DO NOT MOVE A VOMITING CHILD.) I spend the next hour scrubbing the bathroom with bleach and washing laundry. I fall asleep to sounds of the an unbalanced washing machine bouncing around the laundry room.

7:15 a.m.
"Happy Mother's Day"
Oh, right. I say.