It's not ideal...but the sheet fits for now.

Tonight is a fine line between creative genius and crazy.  As I was changing the sheets on our bed, I realize that my life is like a fitted sheet.

God, fitted sheets are my nemesis.  First of all, I can't fold them.  I will jam the corners together and then push them in the back (of my linen closet).  Secondly, as I, making the bed,  try to stretch the sheet over our mattress corners.  I am hoping to get a tight finish without one corner popping out or, worse, tearing.

Jesus Jumped up Christ, this is my life.  I have four corners (roles) that I am always trying to cover:  Mother, Wife, Self, Employee.  If I don't hold each one equally tight, I won't have a square.  I will have kind of triangle with a some wonky, droopy corner.

There are two corners that dominate and two that lag behind.  (Ladies, you know.)  As a mother, my girls yell louder than a God damn trucker at an interstate stop.  My (outside) work yells just as loud.  Both roles are like two bitches in a cat fight.  I am a mother first but also trying to bring home the bacon.  Some nights, I stay late to work awy from them but other nights bring home the laptop, ignore it, to play with my best girls.

My sanity and my man take a distant second.  I value them both but I value the first two corners more.  I can fake it with Ching (c'mon, not literally) and show him that my mothering makes up for "alone time".  (Silently..yay!)

My sanity...I do what I can.  I depend on my few, close friends and then my besties from Eli Lilly.

It's not ideal...but the sheet fits for now.  Over time it may shrink but I will deal with that later...

(Thank you DC-T for the phrase.)