Ah, naptime

And so begins the oh so sweet part of my afternoon...both my daughters quietly slumbering. They should be good for about two hours. Ahhh..... *big sigh of relief* It has been a rough morning.

Basically, about eight things happened that--had they happened one at a time--would have been fine (sort-of). But, they all happened at once. A few of those gems were Megan having a gigantic fit, Marina choking on a goldfish cracker, and my vacuum cleaner breaking and spewing smoke in the middle of the living room. I don't remember what else happened, really. But there were a few other things, and they all added up to me having a hair of a breakdown today. If you don't believe me, you can ask my friend Kari--she was here and witnessed the whole glorious spectacle.

Thank God for my Godmother. I called her to borrow her vacuum (since 1: mine was broken, and 2: I HAD to vacuum, since Marina kept eating goldfish crackers that had been lovingly strewn across the floor, and then broken into small pieces by little feet). She let me vent for a second, then lent me her vacuum, and told me to go to McDonalds for a cheeseburger. What good advice. I vacuumed, then packed the girls up and went to McDonalds. On a side note, I was amused to find that a health food store has opened right across the street from McD's. Coincidence?

In any case, the vacuum has been added to Dn. John's honey-do list, I am no longer hungry, the kids are sleeping, and peace has been restored to my somewhat addlepaited brain.