Crazy is...

...starting everyday with the thought that today will be the day that these last 15 pounds actually start to go away.

...trying to explain to a bare-bottomed seventeen-month-old sitting on a toilet that she can't have the toilet paper until after she's peed. An exercise in futility.

...thinking that the "dig for your own fossils" kit from Dollar Tree would be a great reward for your five-year-old, so much so that you encouraged her to pick it because of its coolness potential. Then she brings it home and begins to play with it, only to reveal that it is nothing more than an egg-shaped conglomeration of compressed vacuum dust with some plastic dinosaur-bone-looking-bits hidden inside.

I keep telling myself that I'm getting better at being a mother. Doesn't make it true.