Days when I melt down and cannot cope with the whining, lying, tattling, fighting, yelling or banging?
They are days when I have skipped my workout to go to the dentist, take kids to the doctor, catch up on home school, do the grocery shopping, clean up the house, or (!!!) rest.
I cannot skip workouts. They are my stubborn-girl Prozac. Who needs a clean house with a crazy mom? Nobody, that's who.