The Bath Time & Fiddle Faddle

My family knows that mommy is having a mental breakdown when the scattered crumbs of Fiddle Faddle appear between the couch cushions or scattered over her bed linens. Or by the wafting aroma of peppermint bath foam over the noise of a steaming hot bath being  prepared. Those are the signs that mommy is close to a mental breakdown but isn't going to go postal on anyone. She is going to crunch on that wonderfully delicious combination of peanuts and popcorn encased in a harden sugar brittle and prune up her skin by soaking too long in a overly heated tub. There will be candles lite no doubt and books brought into the chamber of horror otherwise known as mommy's meltdown bathroom. She will sit amongst the foaming bubbles whilst picking out Faddle between her teeth reading a story that takes her away from her mental overload. She will consume more brittle then necessary but have not one ounce of guilt to occupy that very consumption. She will prune up and realize she is aging her skin  but the stress will ease out of her every pore so she throws caution to the wind. Her children, after a while, will knock to ask questions about playing, compt time, etc. She knows they really are trying to reconnect with her even though she seemed like she was about to jump out of her skin just a scant 1/2 hour or so ago. They love her and want her to be okay. Husband knocks on the door "just checking".....just like the children he wants to know if he should hide the knives or is mommy going to be okay? She is ALWAYS okay. Life throws crazy things that rattle, unhinge, upset, or just make us crazier then we already are.  But this mommy has her secret weapons........Fiddle Faddle and baths. What is your secret weapons? Go and Do.