A Mean Mean Mommy

I went grocery shopping with my kids last week.  I very rarely shop with both of them.  Partly because together their limbs and squeals are multiplied ten times instead of the logical twice[which turns me into a frothing wreck), but mostly because they beg and plead for too many things I will not buy them, and several things I give into against my better judgement.  I spent twenty dollars more than I would have without them, on things that were only for them.  But I didn't buy any homerun pies, and some of that twenty was on strawberries, so it was kind of a wash.  I resolve not to shop with them again until my nerves recover, which will be, at this rate, at least two weeks from now, but next time I will force them to make wish lists, so that I can appear to consider their more wild requests, and look like a nice mommy when I fill a request that I can see the value in.

I am spending a lot of energy trying to wait patiently, in a determination to stick things out, be optimistic -or at least not pathetic- about everything from housework to homework.

On one hand, I made good choices at the grocery store, on the other hand I bought candy bars from some band kids at E's school.
I am keeping up with washing laundry, even though it hangs out in baskets for a while.  I wish my children and husband would contribute more to household chores, but I can't keep holding my breath or continually nagging them.  So far neither of those has worked at all.
I need more sleep, and I think that's the one best thing I can do for myself, and everyone else, in the immediate future.
Tomorrow I will be a nicer mommy, eat less chocolate, and do something with the disaster that is my desk area....