Mental health is just around the corner!!!

It's springtime! The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and so on and so forth. I do love spring - it is my favorite season, and was before I was a parent. But now it takes on a special meaning, it is a new kind of re-birth, it's like salvation comes at just the right moment. And that salvation comes in the form of small socks. Or rather, the lack of necessity thereof that is on the horizon. This morning, as I was searching for socks for Hen.ry and Car.ina (do the math: FOUR tiny socks), as I do every damn day, and which takes up at least 50% of my patience and my energy, if not my time, every fucking day, I'm getting worked up just thinking about it - anyway, as I was doing the daily sock hunt (as our clean laundry is never ever folded and put away, but rather, is in a huge pile we fondly call Mt. Laundreus) I had a magical moment, a euphoric moment of the sort I associate with Spring (or good drugs): Behold!!!! sandal season is almost upon us!!!!!! I felt like the weight of one billion piles of laundry had been lifted off my weary back. This small, yet huge, change that I can look forward to has put a spring (no pun intended, really) in my step all day. My mom always says, to my great annoyance, that God only gives us what we can handle. Well, apparently She saw that I was reaching the breaking point and gave me a sockless future sooner than later. 70 degrees today, 75 tomorrow and Sears is having a buy one get the 2nd pair off kids' pairs of shoes through Saturday. The stars are aligned . . .