This morning, this fine morning my children decided that we should make some cookies. Being the wonderful homemaker and angelic mother that I am, I said, "sure, we can make cookies as soon as mommy is done cleaning." Approximately 6 hours later, my sweet and lovely children, (while jumping on my bed, which really looked more like a laundry mountain) reminded me that I *PROMISED* we could make cookies.
Mommy needs a break from cleaning anyway. So we proceed to the kitchen. O.k. 1 cup of butter, good job, thats right, pour it right in. 2 cups of sugar, oooh sugar... yummy. 3 eggs.... uh.... come on with those eggs, WHAT?!! look harder.... are you SURE.... urrrghhh! NO EGGS. o.k. o.k. that is just fine, I will go borrow some eggs, lets just proceed and put the eggs in last. o.k. chocolate chips... WHAT... no chocolate chips either!!! This is when the nice angelic mommy went out the window and the hormone driven crazy wild woman took over. The children started to cry because I told them I was going to throw the damn cookie dough away and we could try again another time because there was just nothing I could do. Now the children start begging, "can't we just go to the store and buy some eggs and chocolate chips?" My response... "HELL NO! I have been cleaning all day, I wreak of pine sol and my hair hasen't even seen a hairbrush. I am in my sweat pants for heavens sake." Drayden, sensing my distress replied, "Mommy, I think you smell lemony fresh, and I like your hair like that, it looks pretty." I felt bad for taking my frustrations out on my sweet little children who just wanted to make some dang cookies. So I put on my big girl panties, and a coat because it is freaking FREEZING outside, and off to the grocery store we went. I am surprised I didn't get more compliments for my lovely lemony fresh perfume, or my "straight out of the jungle" hairdo. The children proceeded to fight over the steering wheel side on the stupid "car cart" who's idea what that anyway, I could shoot them. It puts the children just far enough away that you can't catch them when they try to dive out. and who only put one wheel in there?? HELLLOOOO!!!! IDIOTS!!!
On the way home Drayden hit his sister. She proceeded to cry. I tell Drayden, "you tell your sister sorry right now!" Drayden.... *heavy on the sarcasm "sorryyyyy" "Drayden you better say it like you mean it..." *heavy on the attitude, "sorrryyyy" If you don't say it like you mean it right now I am pulling over and I am going to make you mean it.... *totally convincingly "sorry Chantel" Just after he said it a little voice popped into my head "are you teaching life skills here or acting skills? is it any wonder that they become such great liars as teenagers? look at what you are doing!!! you are condoning LYING!!" SIGH.... what a long day. I have had a relatively horrible day, and I am sorry to take it out on you. I should have just thrown the dang dough away. On a positive note, my house is clean... =)