As I pulled into my driveway at 12:30 a.m. tonight (this morning?) after dropping Chatty Cathy off at a sleepover (long story), it occurred to me that I might be close to losing what's left of my mind.
A week ago The Princess was in an accident that totaled her car. Luckily she wasn't hurt and it wasn't her fault. She finally got a rental car on Thursday. On Friday she was rear-ended by another student after leaving school. Again, I feel fortunate that no one was injured and that it was the other driver's fault.
And since my husband and I aren't looking to start chauffering her around again, we spent Saturday desperately looking for a reliable, inexpensive car that wouldn't require one of us to sell a kidney. (I doubt there's much of a market for body parts with this much wear and tear.)
Today (yesterday?) was spent driving Chatty Cathy around. The chauffering started immediately after church and didn't end until the day was over. Literally.
I'm tired. Raising children is exhausting. And apparently neverending. My husband and I no longer even pretend to be anything other than two ships passing in the night. It's sad really. I thought we planned our lives a little better than that.
Unrelenting stress is driving me insane, and I'm pretty sure it's a short trip from here.