Life, though amazing and wondrous of late, can be ever so complicated. This evening, just shy of seven o’clock, Sean was still at work, the girls were at the zenith of their nightly I-need-you-and-I-must-do-everything-at-an-eardrum-bleeding-decibel, I hit the proverbial wall. The ligaments holding this little Rockette wanna-be in my belly made themselves known, declaring it quitting time and leaving me feeling as if a 15 pound boulder might just base jump from my uterus and break through my pelvic floor (please don’t humiliate me in the comments by saying that what I have just described isn’t possible with the female anatomy, I take care of it, but I don’t totally grasp the whole architecture therein.) The chicken I’d set in the wok was sputtering, blazing…