Pushing Our Characters to the Edge

Monday afternoon seemed specially engineered to make me crazy.

It started early in the afternoon. And we'll substitute "snap" for all the bad words that I thought during those six hours.

I was in the kitchen when I looked at the clock. What?? That couldn't be the time! I was supposed to be volunteering for the Girl Scouts at the festival booth…now. Snap!

Daughter was still in pajamas. Snap! And she hadn't eaten anything. I was wandering around in glasses and no makeup. I put my...