Life in the nut house

I just ran down the hall and did a ballet jump for no apparent reason.  Of course I never was a ballerina and am certainly not one now, so don't picture it in your head.  It was not pretty.  Both kids were staring at the TV during my burst of insanity, which occurred right in their line of vision.  Noah glanced at me, rolled his eyes, and said, "What are you doing, Mom?" in a disinterested way before going right back to the TV.  Sarah didn't even unglue her eyes from the TV.