I Don't Know

I don't know why some days hum along like a well-oiled machine while other days are crappy from the moment my eyes open (and sometimes before my eyes even open).


I don't know why my words can sometimes bring about instant compliance/calm/comfort and at other times send my little children into a full-on, crazy tantrum.


I don't know why my most consistent rules bring about the greatest resistance.  Every day...like no one ever heard of those rules before.  Like we might not even exist on the same planet.


I don't know why I even consider the idea of another child when it's sometimes painfully clear that I can barely manage the three I already have.


I don't know the secret to keeping all the balls in the air.


I don't know if my new washing machine is saving us any money (need new monthly water and electric bills to figure that one out).


I don't know why my husband doesn't push his chair in.


I don't know how I feel about Lady Gaga.


I don't know how I feel about the interview I have today at 2:00pm.

I DO know that I am bummed about the timing of the aforementioned interview because it prevents me from picking up Michael from his very last day of preschool EVER (insert choked-up, teary-eyed mom here).


I don't know why I'm not in bed.