Is That So?

I have decided that my children are the spawn of the devil.  When I tell them to be quiet they scream.  When I tell them to lay down for a nap they talk up a storm.  I can't get anything done with out a fight.  It's ridiculous.  All I want is a little time to myself before I go to work.  Time to get ready and iron my pants, maybe put on some make up.  Can I do that?  No!!  Little M is trying to keep everyone and their grandmother awake and wants to yell at me because I'm a meanie.  Damn it all to hell.  This being a mom thing is hard sometimes.  Especially when I know I have to got o work and be a mom some more (at least that what it feels like).  Don't get me wrong, I love my kids with all my heart.  I would die for them if need be.  Some days are more trying than others by far...like today.  I could ripp all of my hair out and I don't think that would help.  All I can do is sit and wonder..."What the hell did I give them for breakfast that turned into this?"  Let's not do that for breakfast again!!

I was right though.  Last night was much better than Sunday.  God bless weekdays...and unloaders that come in at just the right second to help out a little munchkin who really doesn't know a whole lot about things sometimes.  I mean, I helped a little and some of the stuff was done on time but let's be real here.  I cannot do this all by myself.  Anthony is great but still, he's only one person (and a scrawny person at that).  After tonight I have two nights off.  Thank goodness for that.  I might actually get caught up on sleep and be worth a damn at night.  I wonder what I'll eat for dinner tomorrow...