Rusty Studded Wrecking Ball

Several years ago, while in my third year of pregnancy (a story for another day) I was prone to sudden outbursts of crying. All of which were usually preceded or followed by rage. The sudden mood swings became quite comical...even to myself.

At one point or another (the facts are blurry..and not important), I referred to my mood swings as 'the pendulum swinging'. Kyle, at a loss for words spat back "Pendulum!?! I don't think so!! Try a Wrecking ball. A rusty, STUDDED wrecking ball".

Now, if it looks like I am prone to a sudden emotional outburst, my better half will look at the boys and yell "Duck". My sweet boys will do just that. Literally ducking for cover. Not knowing exactly why. Which usually gains a smile out of me and has a tendency to soften the blow.

We all have our indicators. The not so suttle signs that all is not right in our world. Mine just happens to be the beeping of heavy machinery -backing up the driveway, the distinct clanking of chains rattling as the wrecking ball is lifted into the air and aimed......