Do you ever have those moments...

when so much is going wrong and you are so tired of being mad that all you can do is sit there and laugh? I had a night like that last night. E got in trouble yesterday and C wanted me to have him write sentences for his punishment. Well before I could do that he needed to finish his homework and do his daily reading time. I started cooking dinner while he was reading, which happened to last until it was about 5 minutes until dinner time. C comes home and sees E not writing sentences and starts bellowing at me about it. So I'm already totally ticked off at E, K has been grouchy and sick all day, and now my husband is yelling at me for no good reason. There's only so much a person can take, ya know...and I was very near my limit. So to make a long story short, C went off leaving me alone with the kids to feed them dinner. E would not sit down for anything and I was really close to super gluing his bare butt to the chair. Then he swings his arm for whatever reason...knocking over R's cup of milk. **insert curse words and failing effort to stifle the urge to scream at the top of my lungs** I clean that all up and E is finally in his chair eating because I think now he is actually fearing for his life. So, I start thinking maybe we can finally just get on with dinner and get it over with. Then, WHAM!! milk is flying everywhere again! This time R tipped over his own cup while trying to put in down. O-M-G First I said a few more curse words, then sat there and shook my head, got really annoyed at the fact that my husband was in the other room playing with K and totally oblivious to fact that'd I'd like to drown E & R in a jug of milk at that moment, wondered what kind of explosion he'd have had had he actually been there...and then all I could do was laugh. I laughed the whole time I was cleaning it up. The boys probably thought I was insane at this point, I'm sure I was a sight...laughing, tears rolling down my face, my head still shaking at it all, and ready to rip their heads off if ONE more thing happened.

Aaaahhhh....I know everyone's got to be jealous of my life, come on, admit it!!

Just what every parent wants to hear

I go to pick E up from school this afternoon and see his teacher bringing his backpack out. She comes to me and says "E is throwing up in the trash can right now. He wasn't feeling well at lunch time so I sent him to the office, but they didn't send him home." Greeeat, cuz ya know I just love puke. Of course he's been acting totally fine ever since, so *maybe* just *maybe* I can hope that he saved it all for school. Most likely he'll be just peachy until about 5 minutes until its time to leave for school in the morning, then he'll puke again.

I just don't think I can take a 4 day weekend 3 weeks in a row. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!

(2 weeks ago they had 2 days off because of the fires. Last week they had 2 days off for parent/teacher conferences. And they have next Monday off for Veteran's Day.)