Bragging

Maybe it's because I try to care if my kids' rooms are messy, but I can't seem to maintain interest in the subject.  The only times their beds ever get made are once a week when I change the sheets.

Maybe it's because we have inconsistently healthy meals.  I don't buy organic.  Or free range.  I don't steer clear of most of what is supposedly going to kill us.  No one gets out alive.  If the GMOs don't get us the BPAs will.  I'm not as concerned as I should be.  

Or maybe it's because every once in awhile I fail in a spectacular fashion to know what my kids' schedules are or where they are.

Whatever the reason, it's now official (because I wrote it on the chalkboard).