I’m not going to lie.

I’m frazzled.

As I alluded to in the previous post, I am a person who makes rules for myself.

I don’t make a lot, because I want to keep them all. But, I make them. And, the thing is, to make rules is to assume a certain order.

Order has flown the coop.

Order is out the window.

Order? I feel like that’s a joke.

My kids, just like all kids, are now home.

And I’m a little stressed out about the whole thing.