Randomness...

It occurred to me that each and every time I'm having a "day", it only gets worse. Call is kharma, chemistry or just the way it rolls...about once a month(go figure :) I just wake up and I'm outta sync...grumpy without a cause...fiery just cause I am. And even knowing this, I can't seem to bridle it in. That was my today. I managed to get the kids off to school pretty pleasantly, dropped Eli off at preschool and started for work. And somewhere in my 30 minute commute, about mile 12, I decided that something the night before had really urked me! And...thus proceeded the fall of my day!

I had an okay day at work, given the fact that my sweet cuteness has decided to boycott the workplace whole-heartedly. She is NEVER fussy...until she walks through the doors of my office. And then its miserable! She likes to sit on my lap, which is fine if she sits...but the moment she tries to help, she's banished to the floor! And then...wowza! So today was a particularily enjoyable day. And since I'd already joined the 'raunchy r us' party...I was starting to throw myself a bit of a party...a pity party!

I lasted 5 hours and then had to hit Walmart...at this point I'd already dumped my whole crappiness of a day- events on my BFF who just giggled at my insanity. I HATE Walmart...which in itself did nothing for my state of being. It took me an hour AND cost me double what I thought I'd spend...again...not helping. When I got to the til and waited in the ridiculous line I started to smell the worst smell....only to discover Landri was having some issues.

Ever change a baby diaper in the back trunk of your car? When its cold? When your wet wipes are frozen? And...she has her first bout of diarhea? DELIGHTFUL!!!!

I'm not sure if I can give credit to her tummy issues to the fact that I snuck away for a girls' lunch last week at McDonalds and Landri managed to make an attempt to lick every surface she could find...walls, toys, and even the seats. Yum. Or, it might be the milk that I've introduced to her diet. Either way, she is miserable tonight. Since 2 o'clock the diaper count is 5....That's like 3x the allowable amount. She's incredibly fussy, which isn't her norm, so I know she's not feeling well. I've gathered that from the last two nights of no sleep.

I discovered that Avery had scrawled 'I hate my mom!' on a blow up toy of the minion on "Despicable Me" after supper. Probably after one of hte many times I told her that she forfeited free time(tv time) after school for living like a piggly wiggly.

Both boys earned consequences tonight from dad. Its part of our new system...agree to consequences before hand then die by the sword....(I'm really hoping that within a week the kids realize that the expectation to obey is far easier than being in trouble) Seriously....have to try not to giggle at the drama....

As I was cleaning up supper and thinking about the day...and how bad it sTunK....it occurred to me that whenever I have a 'day' I am destined for a complete disaster. Because I am such a drama queen! Gotta have me a good old fashioned fit! I'd like to say that this revelation will do me some good, but I know realistically that next month, about this time, I'll be feeling pretty much the same.

I hate predictability.