-Maybe 'cause I've yelled at least twice a day this week "You GUYS! Keep the pee in the potty. There is a river in here!" and I don't even bother to put the clorox wipes away.
-Or maybe 'cause John woke up again at quarter to 6, and I put my pillow over my head and screamed, and then kicked the bed for a while.
-Or maybe 'cause the house was all locked up, shoes were on, hair combed, and seatbelts properly latched, and then Jace told me he needed to go potty. So I told him to go. In the backyard.
-Or maybe 'cause 2 boys had bad dweams and ended up in my bed, in my spot, and I ended up on the couch.
-Or maybe 'cause I heard a very loud thud as I cooked dinner last night, and I instantly knew Johnny'd finally fell off the top of the piano.
-Or maybe 'cause after I scrubbed the tub, I stood up and the faucet scraped down my back and my rear. And that was when my no-cursing rule when right out the window. For about a minute straight.
-Or maybe 'cause I can hear my kids stampeding towards me, and I yell out before they even get there "Stop right now. No, you can't have another drink. Not. One. More. Just walk away."
Well, I haven't yelled at anyone for coloring outside the lines.