Ostrich

I have been hiding out lately. Burying my head in the sand, sticking my fingers in my ears and saying la-la-la. I don't know if it's just postpartum hormones or the godforsaken heat but I am just grouchy. So I bury my head in hopes of my head not exploding.

The boys are good. Well as good as a 2 1/2 year old cooped up in the house from the heat and a 2 month old who sleeps in 2 hour increments can be. They are beautiful and healthy so I am thankful for that.

I am just more stressed about the state of the world in general. It is a 100 million degrees outside. If I hear the name Michael Jackson one more time my head might actually explode (I have pretty much taken to avoiding the news and gossip websites for a few weeks until the furor dies down). I can't even begin to discuss the things our president is doing because there are just not words. I'm fairly sure a sworn enemy of this country could not do more damage in such a short period of time without using any weapons. I will leave it at that since I know many of my readers voted for him and think what he is doing is good. So I am back to my stance of burying my head in the sand.

My momma always said if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.