Today

Today was one of those days where I wish I had ripped open a bag of Doritos, thrown it in the middle of the floor and called it dinner. Instead I prepared a wholesome and nutritious meal that was barely eaten and much protested. Maybe Dave will appreciate it when he gets home from work to eat.
Today was one of those days where I wish I'd gone trailer park on my kids, laying on the couch, eating fudgsicles and reading tabloids while they ran around half naked with dirty faces. Instead I tried to meet their every need and want, tried to be a good mother, when, really, NOTHING is going to make them happy today, so I should have just quit and done the bare minimum. Instead I took them on an afternoon outing to the library that was rewarded with screaming and fighting kids since we got home.
Today was one of those days where I wish I'd just had the good sense (or maybe the nanny to make it a possibility?) to stay in bed. Instead I've been going for twelve hours already, trying to catch up on laundry and housework and be a mother to these two kids who I SWEAR aren't the same sweet ones I put to bed last night. It's like they woke up evil.