Okay, I'm being a bit dramatic here, but for the past couple days I have seriously felt like my life is falling apart. Times like this I completely agree with my husband when he says that I cannot possibly handle another child. At least not this year.

Nothing that is causing me to feel like my life is falling apart has to do with my kids. Well, that's not completely true, but nothing serious has happened. It's mostly just !!!!! SUMMER VACATION !!!!!!!

Here's the beginning of the poem by Yeats that I quoted above:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

So, is having spotty daycare and camp coverage something I can truly compare to Yeat's "rough beast"?

Um, no.

But let me tell you what's happened in the past 24 hours.

1. I locked myself out of my car. This has not happened to me for 12 years - not since the morning of my first set of final exams in grad school.

2. I got in a big argument with the daycare in my gym about the fact that they give lollipops to the kids every time they're there. At the gym. Although I think it's really stupid that they give candy to my kid at the gym now they think I'm a crazy, rabid anti-sugar mom.

3. I told our post-placement social worker that my son's birthday was on a different date than it actually is.

4. I almost microwaved a whole stick of butter, in the butter dish, instead of the tablespoon I'd cut off and put in a separate bowl.

5. I lost some cookies that I needed for a recipe. I stared at my pantry for 15 minutes before I found them in the recycling bin. Why did I put them there?

6. I've completely missed a deadline for a writing project. I have never done that before.

7. I printed out $8.00 worth of postage to the wrong address.

No doubt there are more examples of how my carefully constructed tower is beginning to fall down...like the piles of laundry, the dustbunnies, the stacks of papers all over my desk...but I'm too addled to think of them right now.

My husband is right. One more kid added to this mix? Not today. But maybe tomorrow!