Not a Good Day!

Today was just not good. Not good at all. All of my happy thoughts on motherhood flew out the window and I was back to being the witch again. Sophia pretty much summed it up at dinner tonight. "Mom, I just don't like to behave!"

I'm praying I'm just hormonal, because I physically feel sick. My emotions are raging and I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack. My 3 and 2 year old are in a "NO" phase with everything I say. They completely ignore me. And after being ignored all day and constantly exhausted by how much talking I have to do, it's no wonder I'm ready to give them away by 5:00. EVERYTHING is a battle. From picking up your shoes, to putting your own food in your mouth, to brushing teeth. I feel like I'm invisible most of the time.
I knew it was going to be a tough day when we set out to go get lunch and my wallet ends up missing. I couldn't find it anywhere. We were all starving, which means I've got three (but particularly one) really cranky kids. We drove to the pool to see if anyone had turned it in. No luck there. So when we finally pull back in the garage, Sophia starts in refusing to get out of the car unless I carry her. I was just not in the mood. I wanted to go in the house and get lunch going. She always picks the most inoportune time to be stubborn. She would not get out of the car, so I left her in there. Gabriela, Julianne, and I were about done with lunch, when Miguel walks in. I sent him out there to give her a pep talk, but she still wasn't budging. This is one of those moments, where I stop and think: if I go get her then she won and we'll have to keep repeating this senario, so I just hold my ground. She never came in, but fell asleep in her chair. I had Miguel go get her out and carry her to her bed and then she refused to take a nap!
:ater, Miguel thought it would be a good idea for me to take the younger two with me to the grocery store after I dropped Gabriela off at dance. I've gotten into couponing, which means I  need to concentrate a little more at the grocery store. The Smiths in Orem has these little kid sized grocery carts, so I thought that might make them behave a little more. I was WRONG! The entire shopping trip I talked more than I've ever talked in my life. It was like herding crazed pigs. They would run and smash into each other and I was deathly afraid they were going to run into the back of my feet with those things. They would just pull anything off the shelf and throw it in. Smack into the displays almost sending them toppling over. Oh and did I mention that Sophia is dressed up in a dance costume. Yeah I know, it just added to the spectacle. I could feel the steam coming out of my ears. But it gets better. You see at the check stand I had the girls pull their carts into the aisle and told them to start unloading them. I forgot something and ran to the aisle behind me to grab it and when I get back. Julianne is gone. My first thought was to send Sophia after her, thinking she was just on the next aisle over, but no Sophia disappears too...WITH MY PURSE! I wanted to sit down right there and have a good cry. Wave my white flag, surrender, and go home. Call in the reinforcements. Where is my ghost hitter? My relief pitcher? Why, why, why???
I told the cashier that I would love to pay, but I have to go and find my kids first. It took a good couple of minutes to track them down and wouldn't you know it, while I'm trying to pay, they vanish again. I needed some handcuffs and chain them to me. So I'm walking around the grocery store with all my bags in the shopping cart looking for them. I see them behind me barrelling around a corner and I flag Julianne down. I wanted to pinch their heads off. I grabbed on to Julianne's arm and held on for dear life. She wasn't getting away again. She screamed all the way throught the parking lot until I put (o.k. maybe threw) her in the van, scolding them to no end and telling them how mad I was. I probably could have thrown up I was that mad.

And then there's dinner time. Sophia thought she would dig her heels in again. Begging and pleading for me to feed her. This is what they are notorious for. When I'm at my whits end, and don't want to look at them, they want me to do everything for them and wont let Miguel do a dang thing. I begged Sophia to hurry up and finish. I already had her sisters in bed. Once she finished, she then wanted a cookie like everybody else had. She eats it at turtle pace and meanders outside (I go and drag her inside after already telling her no) and then she goes and gets on the couch and stares out he window. Did I mention that I've asked her to go to the bathroom to get her teeth brushed like a thousand times already. I have to make her go in there and then she folds her arms and locks her mouth shut and then covers her mouth, all because she doesn't like the kind of toothpaste I put on her brush. I just said fine, you'll go to bed without having them brushed. I guess you can get holes in your teeth. I put her in bed and shut the door. Of course she comes out crying because she wants them brushed now. I brush her teeth, put her in bed and then look down. What do I see? OH, just my wallet lying on the floor empty! I think I'm going to kill someone. I proclaim, "Kids, You need a break from me and I most certainly need a break from you. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Good Night."

Like I said, it just wasn't a good day. I can't wait for them to go grocery shopping with their kids someday. I'm going to come to just spy on them. That will be sweet revenge!

UPDATE: After I posted this, I went back to the store for some more shopping and when I went to check out. I pull out my wallet and I have no money! My girls took out all my money and credit cards from my wallet. I had to leave my stuff, drive home, and then go back to get it. It was like the knock out punch of the night! Those girls are going to get a talkin' to in the morning.