Mommy what are you eating?

If I hear that question one more time within the next five minutes I may actually explode. I often wonder if it's possible for a person to spontaneously combust due purely to the irritation that they are forced to suffer from spouses or children (or cats). Perhaps I am a good test case. Because today my color is red - - for rage.

It has been a rather uneventful day. We went food shopping which is becoming more and more of a challenge because Jules does not want to sit in the cart. Well, she does want to sit in the cart. The actual cart. Not the seat. Where the normal children sit. And today it was total anarchy. Nobody would listen to me. I lost control of the masses and wound up trying to corral 2 little girls around Giant Food. Today I was the parent that used to annoy the hell out of me when I was single. Right down the the costume of unkempt hair, jogging pants and hoodie with a small hole in the front. I looked like I could have just as easily been part of some travelling carnival. Nope. Stay-at-home-Mom attire.

So back to the title, "Mommy, what are you eating?" This question is coming from the same child who follows me around the produce aisle announcing the name of each vegetable, and very clearly stating "I'm not gonna eat that." Makes for a fun day.

Not too much more to say... Judge Judy is on soon and she is most certainly the highlight of my day. I can only hope that neither of my girls ends up on a show like that. Not likely to happen when raised by me. I hope.