one of those days...

Had to make the trek to Walmart today, which is never FUN, lets face it. I hate Walmart for their not so fresh produce, their not so great meat, their not so great store brand, their not so great employees, and their not so great selection. It seems they are almost always out of a KEY ingredient that I NEED for my dinner plans. But as much as I hate Walmart, I am forced back every single week. They do have the best prices, and since I am an ad-matcher for life, it saves me from going to 3 different stores. I am so used to going grocery shopping with only Kosty while Brayden was in school. I felt like I was losing my mind at some points, like I was in a foggy haze...between trying to focus what was on my list and the constant, "can we get..." and repeating NO a gazillion times.

I also had to run in the bank, where Kosty pulled on a table cloth, knocking over an entire display of {hundreds} of brochures. It took me a while to get that all cleaned up. Then I took him to get a much needed haircut. There was no one in sight when I walked in, (my first clue) so I slowly started walking back towards the stations, hoping someone would hear my footsteps and come pretend to friggin work! Finally out pops an older lady who did not look happy at all to see me. I told her I need to get "his" haircut as I pointed at my shaggy little boy. She looked at him and looked back at me and said, "HE?!" with a scowl on her face. Hello, rude! "YES he is a HE", I said.
She just started walking, so I thought maybe we were supposed to follow, she was just too annoyed to give us any courtesy, then he started to get nervous and started crying. He has had a haircuts before and done FINE. But she turned immediately and said, " I will not cut him if he's upset. No way." I said well he has gotten haircuts before and done great. {Obviously he was a good judge of character} I said," I think once you get started he will be okay." She said, "nope, I won't do it if he's upset." I mean seriously, first you are no where to be found lady, how unprofessional can you be, then you are grumpy, rude, insult my kid, then you refuse to cut his hair because he is whimpering. I wanted to punch her out for a split second, and then just said, "Well thanks for not helping." She said, "your welcome", and went straight to the back and sat down next to a stack of magazines. GRRRR. Some people just do not even deserve to have a job.

Well later after dinner, Kosty refused to have FHE with us, and went into the bathroom, drew his own bath, took off his own clothes, and got in. He is such a rebel. Brayden refused to conduct, didn't want to sing any songs, and didn't want to say a prayer.

Brayden was really grumpy and I could tell he was exhausted, Kosty had missed his nap, so I was trying to round him up to take to bed, but of course he ran off, ran into my room, jumped on my bed and smacked his face on the headboard. OUCH. He was hysterical, Jer picked him up and tried to soothe him, while I picked up grumpy Brayden and started carrying him off to bed, he decided to make it really difficult to hold him and started kicking his feet really fast, so I dropped him to the floor, maybe 1 foot down, and his head flung back and smacked into the corner of the wall {thank goodness for rounded corners} so at this point both boys are hysterical and beyond exhausted, simultaneously scream/crying....it took forever to get them both calmed down.

And this is when I say my infamous line to my sweet husband, "You really want to add another one to this mess?"