Equation

1 mutilated bike + 1 undraining washing machine + 1 temperamental stuck stage = discombobulated Patti

Throw into that equation 1 four year old whose new favorite method of communication is whining.

A ten year old who can't remember to clean his room (I know, I know...that's normal).

A twelve year old who is trying to pretend she's 13 (why would she do that to me? I turned into a toad at that age.)

An eight year old know-it-all who tries to boss around his older (but shorter) brother.

All of this equals?

My life.

Today.

And it's raining.