Coca-Cola, take me away...

Well, it has been one whopper of a day.  I woke up exhausted, because let me tell you, this schedule of Bryce's SUCKS.  There's no other way to say it, sorry.  He hasn't been getting home until 4:30 am, and last night it was 5:00 am.  So he has to sleep half of the day away, which is difficult because our house is very tiny, and our doorknobs have become very easy for Fynn to open, so it's impossible to keep him out.  Bryce may as well be trying to sleep on the couch in the middle of the living room for all the good it does.  Plus, when he's not here, I just can't sleep as good.  

So I woke up a little cranky today, and my dog keeps escaping the backyard, and Fynn WILL.NOT.STOP.CLIMBING.ON.THE.TABLE.  I have to keep all the chairs across the room from the kitchen table and move them back and forth constantly for meal times or coloring or whatever.  Today, I forgot to move Ewan's chair, and I dozed off on the couch.  For like two minutes.  I popped awake and asked Ewan what Fynn was doing, and he said, "Standing on the table."  Yes, indeed, he was, and he had poured an entire glass of milk on the floor, which the dog was enjoying licking up.  After Fynn had woken Bryce up a dozen times, I decided to go get groceries and added to my list "new doorknob" and only half jokingly "child leash."

I needed to get gas, so I stop on the way to the store, and their pump won't turn on.  I swiped my card twice, it was accepted, but then it just didn't do anything.  So I unload the kids, traipse inside where the pimply faced, awkward ugly teenager basically told me I was stupid and that I needed to swipe my card.  Ummmm, I did, jerk.  I decide to go to another gas station, and seriously, for like five seconds, my foot was lead because I was so worked up, and in the ONE BLOCK that my foot was heavy, a cop nabbed me.  I was going 54 in a 35.  OOPS!  But the kicker was that I couldn't find our insurance card anywhere, and he decided to try to track our insurance down FOR HALF AN HOUR.  He told me he was supposed to tow my car away, but I think since I had the two kids and was so nice, he just gave me a nice $900 ticket instead.  (So expensive because I was nabbed in my parent's car in 2001 with no insurance.)  Luckily, we do actually have insurance, so we'll get out of that.  Although not for the $200 speeding ticket.  Yippee.

You can tell I was upset when I shopped because items on the grocery bill included:  one Coke, one candy bar, break and bake oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, ricotta cheese tortellini, Boston Market lasagna (cheesy) and lots of macaroni and cheese.  Will I eat all of that today?  That's for me to know and you to find out.