finding my sanity

Is it bad when I try to find my sanity sitting on the toilet with the door locked? And then I can hear the craziness going on outside the locked door. The dog chasing the cat, the cat howling in prissiness at the dog, Jayden chasing the dog who's chasing the cat, Devin who's chasing Jayden who's chasing the dog who's chasing the cat, Shaylee practicing on her flute, the boys playing cars, the TV talking, dishwasher humming, and there I sit. On the toilet, praying for peace and a little sanity.

I just want to sit there and hide, bury my head in my hands, turn on the shower, and pretend I don't hear anything. And then I hear it. "It's hard taking care of all of us, isn't it?" My response was, "It's hard when everything is messy, everything is loud, otherwise, no, it's not that hard." Was that considered lying through my teeth? No.

My husband has turned into a farmer during all the hours when he's not at his full-time job, which has led me to being a single mom to 6 kids. Working full-time during the day and working full-time at night, alone, is hard.

I also find my sanity with my blog. It's a place for me to type my thoughts as fast as my fingers can type (which is pretty fast I've been told). There's no proofreading, just honest thoughts. As I type now, I hear nothing, except the dishwasher humming. For a split second I think, oh no quiet is bad, it always means they're getting into something. However, this evening, I have many small children in bed. Quiet. Peace and quiet.

I haven't even had time to take any pictures since Halloween. 3 full days my camera has gone untouched. I do plan to get the big guy out again soon, maybe tomorrow.

For that brief second all was quiet. Things have changed. The dog is chasing the cat, again. Can you see where this goes from here? What do you do to capture your sanity?