Yesterday I:
-woke up way too early with kids who went to bed way too late.
-ignored my kids while I read blogs.
-found Lydia standing on the kitchen table on 4 different occasions.
-yelled at Ethan for pooping (pardon the verbiage) on the living room floor (I know, I know, an absolutely "no no" in potty-training, but I'm at the end of my rapidly fraying rope. Movie Buffs: name the movie that's from.)
-yelled at Lydia for playing in the poop on the living room floor.
-yelled at Garrett for yelling at me to stop yelling at the other two.
-slammed my purse down in a fit of rage (not about the poop, though) and consequently broke my cell phone.
-left my husband at home to cook spaghetti for dinner (again) while I went to a baby shower.
-ran a red light.
-accidentally cut someone off in the parking lot and got yelled at.
-stifled a sob and had to repeat my response to the sweet old lady of a cashier at Target when she greeted me and asked how my day was going.
-high tailed it out of Target before anyone could see me crying and forgot to get cash for the baby shower restaurant.
-planned to go to bed early, went grocery shopping instead, got home late, couldn't sleep (probably a combination of being so emotionally worked up all day and worrying, because I always worry) and finally dozed off 30 minutes after taking a dose of Unisom.
Don't worry. I'm doing much better today.
Except for the lack of a cell phone.



