What I did this morning

5:15am - get a call from my instructor's wife; no class today
5:19am - realize that I have a pounding headache
6:15am - child #1 is up and STARING at me trying to sleep
6:45am - child #2 gets up and has peed through her pajamas
7:10am - both kids are now in bed with me
7:17am - Steve comes home; the kids are begging for a movie
7:25am - realize that my headache has not subsided whatsoever
7:50am - Steve picks a STUPID fight with me over dried eggs on the scraper
7:55am - I am done screaming my bloody lungs out and refuse to speak to him
8:15am - cleaning up after breakfast
8:30-8:38am - tell kids to get their shoes and coats on (x15)
8:39am - make a cheap comment about how if Steve is going to skip our family event today (see below) he better get something done around the house
8:40am - leave to go to Home Depot to make whatever kids project they have for us
9:05am - in Home Depot screwing together football helmet bookends. I make four, the kids make none
9:13am - ponder how my head is pounding and now my back hurts from sitting on a concrete floor
9:23am - Sarah drops a bookend
9:25am - walking around Home Depot with kids clapping their bookends together to make a VERY loud noise
9:26am - Sarah drops a bookend
9:28am - pick up 5 small plastic bins to buy, kids drop everything they are carrying to play in the larger plastic bins; get a dirty look from some lady who can't get through with her cart because the kids' junk is all laying in the aisle
9:32am - walking from the front of the store to the farthest possible corner because child #1 "forgot" he had to go potty; I realize that the bins I grabbed are splattered with some dark, sticky substance but I am SO not going to get new ones
9:34am - Sarah drops a bookend
9:35am - walking back to the front of the store to checkout
9:36am - say no to all 25 candy items on the rack in the checkout lane
9:37am - dragging two kids out to the car because I forgot the checkbook out there
9:38am - Sarah falls flat on her face in the middle of the wet, slushy, dirty, freezing parking lot and lays there screaming for about 10 seconds ... and drops a bookend
9:40am - back in line to checkout again
9:41am - say no to all 25 candy items in the checkout lane; Sarah is still crying about falling in the parking lot
9:42am - can't figure out how to sign the little credit card thing because there is blood pounding through my ocular arteries; Sarah asks me to take her pants off because they are "wet" (I didn't)
9:43am - Sarah drops a bookend; is still crying about falling in the parking lot
9:45am - the checkout lady ACTUALLY has the GUTS to say to me, "Have a nice day"

At this point I have had enough. I stopped mid-stride, looked her directly in the eye, and said, "What did you just say to me?" She wasn't sure if she should smile or not, and she said, "Well TRY to have a nice day.....?" I said, "Do you really think that is going to be possible?" She then said (as I began walking away), "Well... It'll be naptime soon!" We both smiled.

So that was pretty funny. We got home and Steve actually WASN'T sitting on the couch watching TV. Turns out he was downstairs "organizing" the workshop area of the basement (which has not been organized since before we moved here). I was supposed to be happy he was doing something, but I was annoyed that he chose to do THAT rather than clear a path through the toys, load the dishwasher, cleaning the stinking dried eggs off the scraper!, or something else that NEEDED to be done. I didn't say a word.