Oldie but goodie - Mothers' Day gone bad

I'm a little rusty, since I haven't blogged for months, so I thought I would start this blog off with a couple of old blogs from my MySpace days. I hope you enjoy this one about Mothers' Day.

Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy F&%$ing Mother’s Day to Me
Current mood: pissy

It is 10:30am.

This is how my mother's day has gone so far.

The kids were quiet for about a half hour this morning, then decided they were going to fight with each other, and yell at each other, and tattle on each other....

I told them to get dressed so we could go get donuts. Tyler did great, but Jake complained that he had NOTHING to wear. He had clothes from last year that he didn't want anymore. So I told him to get a job so he could buy his own clothes. After a lot more bitching he finally got dressed.

We go to Hy-Vee so I can get a chocolate frosted fried cinnamon, my favorite, and Jake says, "I don't like those." I replied, "I don't care, I do."

When we got to the store, the parking lot was packed, so I had to park far away... no big deal, except today is windy enough to blow away a small dog. We grab a basket, go inside, and go to the bakery. They have rearranged everything, and the donuts are no longer in a case where the employees have to get them for you, but are in a self-serve type case. And guess what? They have plenty of maple frosted fried cinnamons (gross), but practically nothing else. No long johns, no bismarks.. so I decided we're just going to get Hostess chocolate Donettes... the kids of course complain. We grab some other groceries, including a gallon of milk, and a half gallon of chocolate milk, and some food for tonight. And I saw something that caught my eye.. Smirnoff Pomegranite Martini. Already mixed up and ready to drink. I figure "why not"?

We get checked out and leave the store. I am carrying 2 bags plus milk, and Jake has one bag. We push through the wind to the car, and I pop the trunk. While rearranging bags, and my purse, I dropped the gallon of milk, which exploded all over my shoes and my jeans.

I hope next year's Mother's Day can be spent child free, on a massage table somewhere...

And let me tell you how happy I am that I brought home some alcohol... good impulse buy! I have a feeling I am REALLY going to need a glass at the end of today.....