The Devil Has Been At Work Here!

I am pretty sure it is a requirement for all moms to have one of "those days" once a while to keep us humble. Right when we are thinking we have a good handle on things and the schedule is smooth and purrin' like a kitten, our kids become possessed and smoke noticably starts floating out my ears. If you could have been here today, you might have imagined seeing actual flames.

Never mind the fact that Indy swallowed a bolt and Eden was sassin' me about not having "her" dinner ready fast enough. When my tension levels started to rise, Olivia started to bite. She sunk her teeth into her sister's arm because she wanted to carry the gallon of milk and I immediately blow my exercise benefits and likewise, sink my teeth into a 2-pound box of chocolates. After I handed out tangible attitude adjustments all-around, they were smart enough to choke down some of my hard work in the kitchen and thank me for it. Or maybe it was because I had flaming daggers of death waiting in my eyes if they didn't look excited to eat it. I am such a mean mother, making them eat sweet and sour chicken and sticky rice, the audacity.

I decided that I didn't think my children were getting enough sleep so I threw them in the bath (normally I would have skipped this step but Olivia had tear lines down the chalk and dirt on her face) and then had them promptly in bed by 6:30! Oh the joy of early darkness in the autumn.

It is now 7:18pm and all is quiet (except for the crying, screaming and gnashing of teeth coming from upstairs) and the hair on my head has reduced to a warm smolder. The best part...the part that really gets my panties in a twist...Rob hasn't even called from work letting me know he is on his way home yet. He always misses all the fun.

If anyone needs me, I will be in my bed with a cookbook and my box of chocolates.