I freaked out tonight. Oh, it wasn’t anything overt. It snuck up on me, really. I held it together like a pro today — teaching myself a second-grade math concept so I could help my daughter understand it for her test tomorrow (can someone PLEASE give me a pat on back, or fist bump….or dab…or whatEVER for that one because today’s math is not what it used to be. Am I right?) , then taking her to gymnastics while listening to my son read me a fantastic book he’s writing. I got home after gymnastics, fed my family, got the kids showered and somehow in bed with time to spare for bedtime snuggles and giggles…annnnnnd farts. Because, well. Boys. I’m convinced that fart humor might actually be a lesser known love language for the male species. … Read the rest