I'm eating ice cream for dinner...

You know that ice cream for dinner equals one of two things- either a really good day or a really bad day. I'd love to say it was a really good day. Actually, now that I'm eating ice cream, it's getting better....but I digress...

Today started out with having to be at work before 7am so my boss could work out. Really? Because at that time of day I like to be SLEEPING. It's ok though, I thought, because the kids never get up before 8am, and even then, it's a fight. I figured I'd show up and nap for a half hour, since I spent an hour in the middle of the night fighting with Memphis (who won, by the way, but that's a whole other story). But guess what? Both kids were up and dressed ON THEIR OWN by 7. It must be my lucky day.

Then Jessica, who is 8 and also obsessed with my romantic status, said, "My mom was married and had me by the time she was your age. Why don't you want to get married?" I've never wanted to punch an 8 year old more. "Did I say that Jessica?" I asked grimly.
"No."
"Then why are you asking me. Eat your breakfast."
"Well maybe when I have kids you can be their nanny too."
OH MY GOD.


The day continues with me being designated dumbass and having to watch SIX...yes, SIX...kids all afternoon. 4 five year old boys and 2 eight year old girls. It's like 1000 degrees here and I sat in the sweltering heat watching them swim for 4 hours...of course that was in between the fighting, crying, dropping pizza and wrestling it from the dog, baking MORE pizza, icing the fat lip Dylan got when his friend punched him for not sharing the water gun, and then trying to sort out who's Batman underwear were who's.

Actually, this all was about to make my head explode 2 hours ago, but now that I've had an ice cream sundae in my happy plastic monkey bowl I feel much better.

I'm going to put on my pj's, pop in a dvd, and enjoy the thunderstorms ;)