The Pit of Despair is filled with socks....

Can small tiny little things really plunge you into a pit of despair? I am living proof that yes they can. (or at least the little things can throw me in the pit) It snuck up on me. I wasn't expecting it at all. It was an ordinary day that began in an ordinary way. Tyce climbed on my head around 6am like usual and woke me up from one of my odd dreams. This one happened to be about men in tuxedos who were really sharks - like the fish shark. Once they walked down the steps and into the water they sported fins and gills. One even tried to take a bite out of my calf! Anyways.... He continued to talk non-stop about me making him snake cages and catching frogs while he snuggled my head until he declared that his pee had to "hatch"! By the time I got in the shower Lola had also joined in on the non-stop chatter. While her brother talked about the frogs that would hop all over the house in the summer she talked about what dress she wanted to wear to school and her