Am I the only mom that feels like she’s living on the edge?  At this current moment, I’m skirting the edge of my own temper tantrum.

I look around my house and think we might be living on the edge of disaster.  If I let it go for one more week, it may get beyond a point of no return.  After being home for only four days in the last three weeks, with hosting a birthday party in those four days, we have a science project growing in the sink and unpacked bags throughout the house.

We are living on the edge of having to wear dirty clothes, because laundry is a monster.

My kids need a bath.  I need a shower.  My dog needs to go to the groomer.

We are full on living on the edge of smelly.

We are at the point of oiling the squeakiest wheel, in hopes that we can keep it together, bit by bit, and it all doesn’t fall apart.

Nobody really talks about this part of parenting.  The moments when you feel the momentum of getting things done, getting your life in order, but then two children start fighting over an imaginary wand and you are derailed, sitting on the floor holding two crying children.

The evenings you go to sleep, optimistic of a good night sleep and a productive next day, but have your sleep interrupted because your four-year-old crawls into bed next to you at 3am, then cries for two hours because she doesn’t want to sleep next to you.  And just as you go back to sleep, your dog starts barking.

The times you think are you finally getting ahead financially, but soccer season starts, dance class sign-ups begin, people want to eat food and you see your surplus get swallowed up.

Living on the edge of your heart, sometimes so full of love for your children that you hold back tears looking at them. Sending them out into the world, hoping the world sees them as the same beautiful amazing creatures that you do.

Living on the edge of sanity? All.Day.Long.