You Choose

I couldn't really decide on a title for this post, so you can choose. Should I go with:

"Why I am crazy all the time"

or

"Why I hate Saturdays lately and they hate me."

Saturdays are pretty busy around here. I have designed it to be so. All week we are busy with school, dance, etc. but on Saturdays we suddenly had nothing to do. And all the people we would usually do something with (my sister, friends, parents) are all busy because their husbands are home. And then I feel more lonely because mine is not. So I booked up those Saturdays to make them fly by! We bust out of the house early and hit a class at the gym - it is a total booty kicker and I look forward to it all week and then kind of want to cry while I am there because I am a wimp and it is so hard. Then we head off to Matthew's gymnastics class which is immediately followed by Emma's gymnastics class. It is afternoon by the time we are done and I am usually ready to beat a kid or two by the time we head home, but it definitely fills up our day. Mission accomplished. Except the last two weeks have been so crazy that I am wondering if it is all worth it.

-Matthew threw a lay(lay or lie?)down-on-the-floor-and-scream tantrum at the grocery store

-Emma had a low blood sugar during gymnastics and naturally I had gone to run some errands and she forgot she had Starbursts in her pocket

-So they called me to see what to do but I didn't hear the phone ring because Matthew was screaming so loud (different tantrum, different store...happens a lot with that kid)

-Matthew choked on a peanut and just managed to eject it right as I was about to start the Heimlich

-I lost Sophie at the grocery store - she was sitting in the little car deal at the front of the cart and just got out and walked away while I was looking for something on the shelf. Thankfully she showed up a few minutes later at the cart. She had gone to fetch some chocolate pudding - she put it in the cart, climbed back in, and we were off!

-A kid in Matthew's gymnastics class pulled him down off the parallel bars and dragged him behind some equipment where nobody could see them and started WWFing it on him. The kids parents weren't watching or the teachers so I busted in there and told that kid to get off my child! All pummeling of him will be done by me, got it?

-But my favorite was when we went to Target and Matthew flipped out because I gave Sophie a piece of "his" pretzel (whatever we were all sharing)and would not calm down no matter what I said or did. An obnoxious teenage girl was walking by while I was wildly gesticulating at him and said to me, "Don't hit your kid!" and then non-confrontational me was in hiding due to a lack of food and screaming child and I yelled after her, "Mind your own business!" And I didn't hit him even though I wanted to. So now I'm the crazy lady yelling at people I don't know in public.

And then a few minutes later a grown man who apparently had some sort of special needs came busting across the food court to attack Matthew because the screaming was bothering him. So his mom is standing between him and Matthew and pushing him away from Matthew and I am grabbing Matthew and pushing him behind me and she is apologizing to me and I am apologizing to her because I KNOW my kid is being annoying and I want to pummel him myself. She finally got her son to go outside and it scared Matthew enough that he stopped crying for a couple of minutes. As if that were not enough, as we were leaving Target a gallon of milk fell off the rack under the cart and then we ran over it with the cart and it exploded all over the road. THE END