It's Already Been A LONG Weekend

I've been at my house during the daylight this weekend for a sum total of 6 hours. Yesterday we left at 11am and got home at 7:30pm. Today, we left the house at 9am and didn't return until 6pm, only to leave again 20 minutes later and come back at 8.

WHY? Why would I do this to myself when The Man is out of town? Why exhaust myself schlepping two kids all over town and back? Here's the thing. At any point in their day, when not either out and about or sitting in front of a screen of some sort, my children have been fighting like cats and... insane cats on crack. About EVERYTHING. It's MADDENING, and I'm so tired of it.

Tonight, after our long day, which we spent at church, out to a lunch of their choosing, a movie, frozen yogurt, browsing at the toy store, and going to the grocery store to pick out frozen kid dinners, the girls proceeded to act like complete assholes the entire trip home.

Sorry for the swears, but dude, seriously. I guess I should expect it since they were probably tired at the end of the day, but ALL DAY LONG, anytime the action paused, they were at each other.

So, upon our return home, I screamed bloody murder and locked them in their rooms for a 20 minute time out. I flopped down on the couch and wondered who I could call to talk me through the remaining two hours until bedtime. RIGHT THEN, my friend Monica called me and asked me if I'd fed and watered my the offspring yet. I asked her if she'd heard me screaming from 3 houses down, and she said she couldn't hear me over HER screaming.

Needless to say, the frozen dinners remained in the freezer, and we joined Monica's family at a local Italian joint that has an outside patio and play structure for the kids. Ahhhhhhh. What could be better than adult conversation and eating a creamy pasta dish accompanied by the sounds of a Star Wars battle between three cracked-out exuberant kids?

Now, if I could just get them to sleep all day tomorrow until The Man comes home. They're such angels when they're sleeping.