We’ve had some very, very rough weeks.  The days have been ridiculously hot and I’ve lost my cool.  Little boys who think they’re men push their luck and their Mama’s buttons.  I yell too much.  I’m weary.  I’m not enjoying things as I usually do. I drone a continuous, “Please shut the gate.  Why is the door open?  The flies are coming in.  PLEASE SHUT THE DOOR!  Don’t hit your sister.  Don’t touch your brother.  Give that back.  Don’t throw sand.  Don’t throw toads.  Be nice to the dog.  Don’t pull the toad’s legs.  Don’t colour on that.  Don’t eat that.  Don’t lick that.  Please, PLEASE, PLEAAAASE stop arguing.  Just…