we got home from the party at 11:30 last night and got up at the normal hour, as the boys show no mercy to their partied-out parents.
my dear children, although awake and out of their beds, were in distinctly unpleasant moods and bugging the crap out of me.
as we were headed out the door to school, K accidentally broke the christmas ornament E made to give to justin for christmas.
that's when all hell broke loose.
crying, wailing, whacking, screaming, pushing, shoving, boogers and snot rolling down faces. it was not a pretty sight.
of course my neighbor (justin's mom) was outside as i struggled to strap my out of control children into their carseats. her offspring were remarkably docile this morning and so when she yelled, "some days are worse than others, huh?" with a cheery smile on her face and a wave, i know she meant well and all but i just wanted to give her the finger and scream, "oh yeah?! if it weren't for the stupid ornament E made your son i wouldn't even be dealing with this shit!!" but i didn't think that would be very neighborly. or in the christmas spirit.
we did end up making it to school on time ( a miracle) and actually survived the day (another miracle) which was full of episodes like the one above.
and now i'm on the couch, sick and tired of my cold that i've had for almost two weeks now, exhausted and wishing this was the weekend and not sure if i can handle doing it all again tomorrow.