Cranky McCrank-Pants

It's Wednesday. It's 1 million degrees outside and it feels like I'm breathing in thick, heavy air with each breath.
I feel like after today I will be happier, I hope at least that I will be happier. After today we have made it over half way through the week.
Have I mentioned how hot it is out? And that we sit in that heat for two long hours to watch my Nate play soccer? And I wonder how he and the other kids aren't collapsing like... uh brain's not working here... is it collapsing like flies? I've ever seen a fly collapse so that can't be right...

Do you know what it is like to entertain 3 children for two hours in the heat? DO YOU REALLY??? The president needs to create awards for mothers who endure these things like a purple pacifier, and have a large ceremony at the town hall, where all mothers who have endured such things and survived are pinned with their purple pacifier. Then they should promptly be waved into the next room where therapists are lined up for post traumatic stress sessions.

Sometimes, oh okay often, when I am in the grocery store for the 4th time that week because we ran out of milk AGAIN (you think I'd learn to stock up, but no my irrational fear of milk going bad after 2 days prevents that) and the other store patrons are glaring at me because Ty and Nate are seeing who can run down the aisle , jump and slide the furthest, and Brody is in the stupid truck and screeching "BEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP" or just screaming to scream, and then, ohhhh and then when Keira laughs at the screaming and decides she is going to do it too, and when those patrons give me that glare, and back out of the aisle, or in some cases run wildly from my creatures we sometimes call children, it is those times I think of (and I may do this soon) running after them. I think of throwing my hands crazily above my head and wagging my tongue, or maybe sliding down the aisle even further than those older two who I thought were supposed to set the example, and grasping at their feet screaming "Don't GOOOO, Take me with you!!!".
I think of maybe creeping up behind them and breathing down their necks, just because it would make them wonder what was wrong with this family and that action would keep them up at night, wondering, creeped out.
Yes, I do think about doing these things, and it takes every fiber of my being from acting on these impulses. This week is much harder to resist those urges than most.

I thought I should talk about this so there is some frame of reference when they are locking me up.