Is it Bedtime Yet?

No, not the romping kind of bedtime.
The kind of bedtime where your head hits the pillow at 8:00, you sleep for ten hours, and wake up to the smell of pastries and coffee.
In other words, a real fantasy bedtime.

Today was just one of those days. Well, technically, I think it started yesterday when Alpha dislocated his shoulder. Again.

This morning I loaded up the kids...

Went to the post office.
Now, I hate checking the mail. There's this lovely lady behind the counter, and she's all sweet and smiles, but I still hate it.
Seriously though, the mail is never good news, and half the time the news you need isn't there. Like the medicaid renewal forms I desperately need. That's a problem because my body is giving me problems and I have been informed that it's time to get them checked out.

Then the MVD.
Terrible place that.

Then I took them to town for shoes.
Oh
My
Fucking
God!
An hour in the shoe store trying on every pair of mens 7.5 until finding a pair that worked. He's only 10. It's unnatural.

Then to the feed store because the wicked chickens must eat.
Some days I wonder if we have this whole raising poultry thing backwards...

The horror ended after an hour in wal mart. Evil evil place.
I may have told my youngest that I might eat him if he kept his shit up in the store.

Did I mention that I forgot to eat before before leaving the house this morning?
Luckily, both of the children survived.

The garden needs water...And for some reason, the inhabitants of my house expect dinner. They ate an hour ago for goodness sake!