It’s Monday. The family calendar is intimidating. School is just around the corner. Evan has officially become the world’s worst sleeper. I have five days until the Blogathon and no sponsors. I’m going to the medicine cabinet and get out the very last, saved for an emergency, therapeutic intervention medication. Yes, I’m going to eat the last Little Debbie snack in the house. The one that I kept hidden in the bathroom. Doesn’t everyone hide chocolate?