My. Fuse. Is. Short. Today

I have a head cold.
I am oxygen challenged, especially in the more humid of months, and a head cold equals all sorts of unpleasantness for me. So I knew today was going to e an awesome day.

SydneyBeth slept like a ROCK. No really, I shook that girl for a good solid minute (hello! child services) and the little darling would not get up. And since I was not operating on all cylinders, I let her sleep.

Needless to say, SB was 30 minutes late for school. When I arrived with SB at the school office, looking spectacular with no makeup, baseball cap, and my jammies (yes, I am that mom on occasion), OF COURSE today is the day that EVERYONE in the front office had PTA related finance questions.
Fabulous.
I sounded like Lindsey Lohan the day after a chain smoking and whiskey fueled bender. Pretty sure I felt like it too.

Then Jonny and I headed for the weekly grocery shopping trip that I had already put off twice. If we didn't go today, the kids would be packing diet cokes for lunch.

So, for the SECOND WEEK IN A ROW, Jonny has to tinkle just as I am in the checkout lane.
Seriously.
He's four. There is no holding it.
Luckily, the store was not busy, my order was huge, and the checker promised to go slow.

By the way. I am pretty sure he does it on purpose to spite me. Maybe it is because I ask him to smile at my friends to show off his dimples? Whatever it is,. this crap is getting OLD. I swear I am definitely showing his naked baby pictures to his girlfriends when he is a teenager. I will point to this blog as my motive.

On the way home from gymnastics, the kids decided to wage World War in the backseat. Over what? No idea.
My course of action was to blast the Black Eyed Peas and, later, Glee until they had no choice but to sing a long.

I am a genius.

Then, exactly 5 minutes before I have to put everyone to bed, my father in law asks me to print up a trip tick from AAA for him. I am a member. He is not.
Of course, he needs it NOW. The trip is in a couple of WEEKS.
I am overjoyed.

Now the kids are snuggled with me, because they want to snuggle. Good. But here I am again, telling them not to LICK each other!

Pretty soon, there will be the famous Becca Clark call of distress, "I HAVE HAD IT!", which provokes my husband to fly up the stairs and swoop up a child.

Just. One. More. Whine.