Really...do they really have to go there?

Why oh why can't it just be easy. Just one day. Is that to much to ask?

They want to go to breakfast with Santa
so we do that

they want to go to the movies
so we do that

They want to stop and the G's house on the way home
so we do that

then on the way to BB practice...all I get is bitching from one child (the oldest). He doesn't want to go . Why does he have to go, he's old enough to stay home.

I say, if I have time, i'll drop you off at home. Well I dont have time. Now I have crying and pouting and more bitching. Fine, he's now grounded for the night.

Now at BB the middle child, granted she just got out of a cast after 3 months, is pouting and crying and whining. She is complaining that she cannot play like she used to. I, being very motherly and supportive, explain that she has to do the best she can and its only practice. Nevertheless, she continues to be bitchy.

Enter third child. He was an angel all day today. Got to see Santa twice. Then, for whatever reason, starts being a brat at practice. Hitting me with his sleeve, actually scratched my arm then says 'sorry sorry mommy'. Like it was an accident. So we are getting ready to leave and he is no where to be found. He was right by my side two seconds ago. (we have all had that happen right?)

Cannot find him anywhere. Its dark out, its raining. He's missing. We walk outside and I hear him bawling. Lovely. He had left. and now there are concerned parents wondering who the bad parent is that lost their kid.

Lordy..Wasn't me. See, he had pushed his sister down. She came to tell on him, so he left so he wouldn't get in trouble. Lovely.

So Child 1 is in his room for the night.
Child 2 had just better leave me alone
and Child 3 had better not be seen by me at all.

All I want is happy quiet. Is that so hard to get. Why could we just not had a good day. A fun day. Why do they have to ruin it. Like this is how I want my day to be. Various children bitching and complaining all day long. Crying and pouting...running away. Do they really think this is what I like out of my life.

15 years ago, did I say to myself, I hope one day I have three kids who have the abiltiy to make me miserable.

There has to be a better way!

Oh...where is my husband you ask? He's out shopping with the boys for the wives for xmas. Not like I ever get anything I would even remotely want. (one year jammies with doggies on them)
I hope they enjoy their expensive dinner out while I eat pb and j. (I made the kids eat cold cereal for dinner)