Where did I put that Zoloft prescription?

I have been avoiding this blog like I avoid my two year-old after she skips a nap.  I haven't had anything nice to say, so my mama wouldn't want me to say anything at all.  But I realize that hasn't stopped me before and I didn't start this blog to show my girls with a sugar glaze on them, so let's get this show on the road...
The girls have been busy with dance recitals and 3K graduations.  I have been preparing for/stressing over Vacation Bible School that I am co-chairing.  This combo (along with the appliance problems I have mentioned before) has sent me to the mental edge.

The dance recital was as expected.  CUTE girls in their tutus that had no clue what they were doing.  I was crying with laughter by the end.  Weezie had to sit down towards the end of her tap number because her shoe had come untied and she could not go on.  We've all had those days.

The church school performance left a lot to be desired.  Both of my children (and none of the others) ran and danced around the stage leaving their sad duct tape x all alone.  It was mentally exhausting to watch.  Several folks thought it was quite a shame that I did not find the girls' lack of respect for the tape as endearing as they did.  I find it a shame, too.  I accepted early that I have loud, lively, yet lovable little girls.  I really am okay with the fact that they never look like I brush their hair or attach matching bows to their heads, but when they are on the stage at church with a finger in the nose and a skirt over the head, I cannot help but want to make it stop.  And wonder why I'm not on Zoloft.

"Even youths grow tired and weary,

and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the LORD

will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;

they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint."

                                          Isaiah 40:30-31