what the ........

I know it is March. I know we still a a couple or three technical weeks of winter left, by the calendar. But I would REALLY like to know who the moron is who ordered it to be darn near 60 degrees when the son and I hit Wally World just after daybreak this morning (thanks to the tantrum of the 5 yr old in there yesterday, which cut short the previous plan to sleep in and veg all today), and then when I had forgotten the vital ground beef for the lasagna tonight and had to run to the local FasChek around 4pm, it was then about 35 and flurrying. As in snow. As in I had to go to the ballfield and haul my boys back to the house, with them saying "it;s not really that cold out here" all the way back.

Freaking moronic imbecile jerk. Whoever thought of playing around with my day off that way.

Yeah, Shellie had a major tantrum in the fabric dept of Walmart yesterday, because I refused to pay over $7 for what was packaged as a remnant of Care Bear quilt panel. To buy it fresh off the bolt would only have run me a couple of bucks more and I would be sure that I had the whole panel. Why would I pay that for a partial piece?

But she, the diva, did not see it that way. And in her 5 yr old mind, that meant she had every right to scream, cry, hit, punch, kick--and I mean she kicked me so hard that the cart she was in ended up 2 feet away from me just from the sheer retro force of the kick. That was the point at which I grabbed her wrists, informed her in the "I mean business, don;t screw with me" low pitched voice that she was to cease this behavior immediately OR ELSE. She chose to kick me again, at which point I took what items we had in the cart and headed for the checkout.

And the lecture her dad gave her when we got home and he discovered why there would be no food in the house that night......I am glad I was not in her shoes. He wasn;t foul or anything, but I felt sorry for her, just because I wuold not want to be in her shoes. Then the boys asked if they could run next door and play for a bit, so I said ok, and of course she wanted to follow. Her dad told her no, so then the playoff began. Or so she thought. She came to me a couple of minutes later and asked if she could go over. Apparently thinking that I had turned deaf when her dad told her no. She was extremely disappointed when I backed him up. and more so when we spent the evening cleaning her room top to bottom.

Ah well, such is life......