I just spent the last 2 hours and 15 minutes grocery shopping - standing in line for 20 minutes because the whole entire town decided to show up and shop at the same time and putting up the groceries while trying to remain calm and discipline Stewart - for the third time in a week.  More rowdiness and cussing on the bus.  He also refuses to listen to me.  Today he ate all of his brother's snack, "because i wanted to" after I SPECIFICALLY told him not to.

And he has the freakin nerve to wake up in the morning and ASK ME if I'm cranky or in a good mood.  HE IS THE REASON I HAVE BEEN CRANKY FOR THE LAST 7 DAYS!!!!!!

Breathe.  I need a mantra.

I have no idea why my parents had 4 kids.  None.  And they don't drink.  So i have no idea what they did to get a load off. Ehhhhh . . . I'm starting to wish they did drink because now my mind is wandering to things your own parents aren't supposed to do!  EWWW.  GROSSS!!!  

It's off to make dinner.  We have $300 in groceries and all i want is a good chilli dog and some guac.