I may or may not have lost it.

My mind. I may have lost it. Or just about.
But thankfully, I have a husband that can tell when I'm on the verge of losing it.
When my firstborn goes off to Kindergarten, my 4 year old goes back to preschool, and I find it ridiculously hard to adjust to our new life.
Then, the aforementioned husband does things like this:

I love my man and he loves me. And boy, does he know me. Cherry Garcia? Hello. Get in my belly.