Some days I wonder why I bother to get out of bed

I had three things planned for yesterday- wake up, work on lesson plans, go to the library. Seriously, that was my big plan for the day. So I wake up just fine. Then after a bit of normal, everyday "feed the kids, do the laundry, clean the house" kind of stuff I sit down to work on lesson plans. That's when I realize how tired I still am from driving to Alpena and back on 3 hours of sleep. So I decided to take a 15 minute nap. HA!

I was in my room for 10 minutes. Each of my children came in at least once (two of them twice) to ask me a question. Not some earth shattering, moving mountains questions either. No, these were dumb ass, could have waited until I was done with my nap type questions. (Can I call so-and-so? What's for dinner? Can we go to the pool?)

So I come out of my room to see that Alex was still on my cell phone, 30 minutes after being told he could talk for 5 minutes. I lost it. I yelled at him to hang up, put my shoes on and said "I'll be back." Of course, I had nowhere to go, so I went to the mall. I walked around, looked for books at B&N and then ate ice cream that made me sick. (That's what happens when you don't eat dairy for a long time and then eat it. Not a good thing.)

The sad part is that the whole time, Marty was out on the patio reading. Close enough that they could have asked him the earth shattering, moving mountains dumb ass, could have waited until I was done with my nap type questions, but not close enough to see/hear what they were doing.

Sometimes I wonder why I don't send them to summer camp - all summer long.

So when I came home I decided we should go to the pool. (At this point I was too pissed to even think about lesson plans.) While there, Marty and the two boys that will go anywhere near water were screwing around with splash bombs. I asked them over and over to stop, because I was trying to swim and it is pretty annoying to be bumped into every ten seconds. They didn't. I finally went over to where they were to take them away from them and that is when Christian decided to whip the biggest splash bomb as hard as he could at his father. Instead, it hit my eye. More accurately, it hit the goggle I had covering the eye, which pushed the goggle into the eye. I now have a lovely bruise. I got out of the pool, headed home and went to bed hoping today would be better. It hasn't been.