Who’s Counting Anyways

Day 1,044 of summer break. I am contemplating releasing my children back into the wild where they came from. The word mom has lost all meaning and burns my eardrums as it rings violently through my ear canal, bouncing off each nerve until I have Forest Whitaker eye.

My sanity hangs in the balance as they cling to my every limb depriving me of solitude and a minute of silence. I no longer pass judgement on the species that eat their young. I may not survive this season.