it's only noon.

It's only noon, but I feel like complaining already. Honestly, people, I am so grumpy these days...

Last night I went to bed tired. Aaron didn't get home until after bedtime and I was just... done. Homework was finished, the house was clean, dinner was warm and healthy, but I was so over it by 9:00 pm. My life isn't fun anymore and I am mad about it.

We woke up early and read scriptures as a family, despite Simon's best effort to distract us. I started a load of laundry and went downstairs to make breakfast. Ben opted for cereal today, which was fine. I like to pick my battles. He grabbed a box of Honey Nut Cheerios from the pantry. We usually only have plain Cheerios, but Dad must have splurged on the way home from tennis last night. Ben thought he needed sugar on top of this already sugared cereal and grabbed my big glass container on the cabinet. Unfortunately, he didn't quite make it to the table. Mounds of sugar and little pieces of glass went all over my newly mopped floor. And because I wasn't wearing shoes like the Flylady told me to do right after I get out of bed, my feet were sliced in four different places.

Ben grabbed me a pair of sandals as I tried to clean up the mess. When he handed them to me, his eyes were filled with tears. It's so hard to get mad at this child. He sat at the table and blocked his face from mine with the cereal box. I bandaged up my bleeding feet and put on my tennies.

Luke came down a few minutes later without his shoes on, and I quickly scolded him and told him to run back upstairs until he was completely dressed. He told me that he'd been searching for clean socks for ten minutes and can't find any. I ended up giving him a pair of mine... he wore them because he's cool like that. I would have given him a pair of Ben's but Ben's all have holes in them. We should have bought socks for the new school year. oops.

Zack was sick because he went to bed without dinner last night. He was supposed to clean his bathroom sink before dinner last night and opted to fall asleep before. He ate a bowl of cereal while laying down.

Simon made a mess while eating--- which is to be expected, but today I just didn't want to deal with it. He is so cute, but so frustrating.

I made the boys a lunch and sent them on their way. A dear friend and close neighbor has transferred her kids to the same elementary as mine, so now we can carpool and it's been wonderful. She came to pick the kids up and as they drove away I felt bad that I was such a mean mom this morning. I hate being a mean mom.

Zack and Simon had a super hero birthday party to attend at 10 AM. Only, I didn't have a present... So we loaded up and headed to the store bright and early. Zack threw up in the garbage can at the store and then spent another 10 minutes in the bathroom. Simon got INSIDE the big rubber ball bin while Zack and I were picking out a toy. I got him out, but one of his shoes remained at the bottom of the balls. oy. Zack's skinny arms were able to retrieve it without too much trouble.

We finally picked out the right present and grabbed some bleach for my laundry adventures this afternoon and checked out. There was only one register open and as I was paying, Simon had a meltdown. He let the five people behind us in line know that he wanted a sucker. I am sure those five people wanted to know why I was having another baby when I couldn't handle the ones I already have.

I dropped off the kids at the party-- which was thrown by one of my favorite people in the world. She had super hero capes for all of the boys when they entered. As I was leaving, they were saving little super hero figurines from a big block of ice.. apparently Mr. Freeze had come. Simon and Zack couldn't have been happier about pouring their cups of warm water on the ice and I couldn't have been happier to have some peace and quiet.

I got in my car and drove to Kohl's to buy my boys some new socks. On the way, I tried calling my mom who lives all the way in Chile. But she didn't answer. Sometimes all I want to do is talk to Bev. I was going to ask her how she had ten children... but I think I know what she'd say. "I had them one at a time. You can only take one day at a time, Janet." I feel better just hearing her voice in my head.

All I want in life is to have a good time... is that really too much to ask for? I don't want to run errands and find matching socks and clean up messes and deal with screaming toddlers. I would much rather stay at home and read to my kids and play games and hire a maid. Why can't I get everything I want??