Ugh! Ugh! And DOUBLE UGH!

That's how I feel.  I can't help it.  It has been a whirl-wind these last couple days and at the end I just feel defeated.

If you have two kids.....or more for that matter....you can back me up when I say what I am about to say. 
One kid is easy.  Piece of cake.  You have two eyes, two arms, two legs and only one child to watch out for.  To cut off at the first sign of misbehaving. 
Now add another kid.  You are up against four eyes, four hands, four feet and triple the amount of trouble.  I know, you are thinking it should only be double the trouble.  But believe me, it's triple....or quadruple really.  It's that 'two heads are better than one' syndrome.  It takes two heads to think up the things my kids get themselves into for sure.  And as much as I would like to take those two heads and bang them together.....well, you get the idea. 

SO, back to my UGH UGH and DOUBLE UGH!  This weekend, the kids seemed to have taken their extra naughty pills and driven me right over the edge.  I have to say that by Sunday night I was done.  As in stick a fork in me and call me dinner DONE! 
I admitted defeat.  I threw up the white flag and waved it for all to see.  I parked my butt on the couch and refused to move. 

Childish, I know.  But I was clear out of ideas, and after 50 timeouts, I knew the point was mute. 

Onto this evening....................

I was thoroughly looking forward to a leisurely drive home.  One half an hour to myself with the music blaring and no one to yell at but the moron in front of me driving way too slow. 
THEN, it happened.  My van died.  I pull out onto the highway and as I pressed the gas nothing happened.   Transmission I yell into the phone as Dave answers.  Got a ride, pick up the kids, call a tow truck, see you at home.  That was how our conversation went.  More or less anyway as I just may have left some unladylike words out. 

And there you have it.  For some reason SHE knew that I needed a break.  The woman looking down upon me just knew.  BUT she must have left a note for her husband to take care of it which put me out on the side of the road for over an hour.  Some break I yell up.  I hope SHE has your balls on a platter for this! 

update:  The van is at the shop currently awaiting her mechanic.  And I am left at home anxious to hear how hard it's going to hit my pocketbook. 

Comments

[Debbie]

Things have to get better now, right??

[Incognito Mom]

All I can say is, "That sucks!" Hope the mechanic goes easy on your wallet.