Undaunted, Evan woke up before 6.
|It CANT be morning. NO! The light! It burns!|
Have I ever mentioned that mornings are my kryptonite on the best of days? Today was ugly.
This morning I turned on the TV so I could shower. But really, I closed the door and went comatose. I hid in the bathroom so long with my Kindle that Opie woke up. Which meant that I went to Target sans shower. I matched my kids. They refused to get dressed so I took them in their jammies. A sight to behold. Really, I should be pleased that they were wearing more than their undies. (Let me clarify. I did not match my kids entirely. I WAS wearing clothing. Not my robe like I wanted.)
When they weren't begging me to buy them ridiculous things, (Eli cried because I would not buy him a NB sized Batman onesie) Eli and Evan screamed throughout the store. After they punched each other countless times. Every time I stopped the cart, Evan would sprint from the cart to the nearest item, pick it up and shake it. It didn't matter what it was, it was all treated the same.
So I concluded my shopping on the fly; clumsily grabbing what I needed without ever stopping my cart of screaming nut jobs.
I am lobbying for a Spring Break of my own.
Until that happens, my kids will watch Frozen. Every. Day.
Going to bed proud that we all survived another day.