Just another manic Mon

Just another manic Mon - uh, Wednesday

Just another day here in the looney bin. In the past few days, I have:

- Personally called the dairy, to tell them to sell all the chocolate milk before we get there, forcing them to sell us only white and strawberry, thereby ensuring my 9 year old will gag repeatedly and I'll ruin her consumption of calcium.
- Taken my oldest son's school folder out of the car when he wasn't looking, so that he'd have to go to school without his work. And then I lied about it.
- Made the door hanging for the girls door too wide, so it can't be hung
- Eaten the last two, out of three dozen chocolate chip cookies, so that no one else could have the dessert that they wanted.
- Given the good food to everyone else, so that my oldest would have to take plain peanut butter for lunch.

I'm such a terrible person. Actually, I think it's the weather. I hope that's what it is. My kids are horrible this week. They don't speak nicely to each other. They push, hit, or kick each other at least five times a day. It starts off for no reason, too - then, of course, one can't let the other one get away with it, so then the pushing and hitting starts in earnest. Mackenzie has decided that, at almost seven, she's old enough to go upstairs and use the computer or gamecube by herself. The big kids save their games, and she erases them. Allegra tried to give all the girls french manicures and pedicures, resulting in nails that look like they were hit with whiteout. I had to stop blogging, because I got a phone call from a neighbor that my 6 and 4 year olds were outside, across the street. Apparently, they unlocked the screen door and went out, being careful not to let it slam so that I wouldn't know they were gone. They were upset that I wasn't letting them play outside.
And, if one more person tattles to me, I'm going to go postal.

Sigh. Is it too early to wish for school to start again? I'm certainly not looking forward to all the driving and the homework hassles, but the break will be nice. Maybe I'll get the backpacks down and the supply lists out. It can't hurt to daydream!