Don't cry over spilled... wax

I just spent the better part of the hour scraping wax off of my coffee table. C and I were in the middle of playing tug-o-war when we both let go of his little basketball and watched the candle squirt an insane amount of wax all over the table and rug.

To say that I'm a little emotionally unstable these days would be an understatement. Every little thing tends to set me off. Just ask my hubby.

Tonight, though, I kept my cool. For that, I'm very proud.