Undead

(I know this is a boy...but let's be honest, I look like this most days...the clothes are pretty much spot on)

What's the first sign of going crazy? Isn't it Hallucinations or something? What about not understanding questions...I think I'm on the verge of going completely cray-cray, ya'll. People are asking me questions in all seriousness and they are NOT making any sense!

"Why is that fat man wearing a red shirt?"
Because he likes the color red? It was laundry day and that's all that was left? I don't know. Eat your bag of goldfish and don't call people fat.

"Why didn't Mikayla drink her water?"
You'll have to ask her. I was too busy chasing a naked eighteen month old around the house with a diaper and cleaning up...ummm...messes.

"How do they make clean yogurt?"
You got me there, Hunter. How DO they make clean yogurt?

 My brain is already frazzled and pretty much mush at this point. I don't want my kids to see the movie warm bodies because they'd get all freaked out that mommy was one.of.them. (Oh. And the language, creepy weird skeletons, and other schtuff may be a teensy bit too much for them.)

And then they go and start talking nonsense. What am I supposed to do with that? I can only make up so many answers! I am not wikipedia for crying out loud!!