Today the kids and I had our bake sale. We made $60 in the hour we were out there. We wrapped it up at about 12:30 so we could go and watch the parade.
It was a TON of fun and I hope the kids had a good time.
We went to the parade and I got each kid a horn to toot on and we had fun till PJ whined that he wanted to go so we went and got pizza.
We got home and every single time I sat down someone needed something from me. The kids were fighting and rough housing and the more they misbehaved, the crankier I became. I am now at the absolute end of my rope with this day and it cannot end soon enough.
I'm tired of having to scream at the kids, and I'm tired of the candy asses that live here who can't appear to do anything on their own without my doing it for them.
Monday the husband is on his own and can begin to feed and water himself.
The kids are going to have to learn to start to do for themselves. They can get water and pour a bowl of cereal. They can open the fridge and get milk or an apple to snack on.
Can I get an AMEN!?