Busy bee...

...yep that's me! I don't understand the mathematical equation that cause me to run around non stop all day when the kids are in school, but lay around and not accomplish much when they are both home. I totally don't get it. I have been up since 6:30 and this is the first time all day I have caught my breath. My day started with no milk. WTF! Mama needs here creamy coffee and the kids need their cheerios. I tried to get Jeff up to run to the store for me, but no. He had only slept for 14 hours (literally) and he would 'get up in 10 minutes'. What is so fucking appealing about those magical 10 minutes? Get your lazy self up already! I went to the store and he made up for it by packing Kennen's lunch and making me laugh.

Speaking of Kennen. I had to run back up to preschool because I forgot his nap mat. When I went there, I peeked outside at the playground and he was screaming like a banshee. Bwahahahaha! Better you than me preschool teacher! Actually I cried. My buddy boy. I asked the principal if she wanted me to leave a binky with them.

She said, 'Uh, okay. We don't give them until nap time though.'

In the sixty seconds it took me to run out to my car and back, she took it gratefully and said, "You don't mind if we give it to him now do you?"

"Of course not." I smiled. This validated me a little. He is such a turd sometimes and I know that I'm not the only one that can't take his crying anymore. I seriously wont let anyone babysit him because he is the kind of child you want to smother. A mama's love runs deep but I could see how he can push you quickly to your breaking point. Kind of like his Daddy. Who wont get up to buy me some fucking milk in the morning.