Dam.

Dam - the homophone of which came out of my mouth at 5 in the morning when I slipped on the floor getting back into bed after the nightly wakeup (or 2) by M, which is getting frustratingly old.

Today I felt the mommy me ready to burst, run, scream from all the whining, screeching and general unmanageability of my daughters. Only a permanent, invisible dam separates those
%!@#! emotions from the relative calm and ease of what I used to know as life before I had kids. The tide behind the dam ebbs and flows (rather frequently) and on occasion gets to the near-breaking point. Thank God I have a husband who gets it. So this morning, instead of the planned errand running together, he took the girls and I stayed home in a house filled with sweet silence. Mind you, a good portion of that time was spent grocery shopping online... but no interruptions for 2 hours was a beautiful thing and all too rare. Hell, I'd be happy with a smattering of interruptions -- or more -- I'm primed for it at this point. But _please_ not in the middle of the night, not at a decibel level requiring earplugs, or at the pitch normally emanating from a herd of screeching cats --and definitely not before I have my morning coffee! And if this list puts me squarely in the camp of those uptight moms who can't roll with the punches, well then... I really don't give a damn.