Running on empty...

Today was so chaotic-- so busy-- that I'm not sure how I feel about it. Was it a good day? Was it a bad day? Both elements were present. I can't decide if it was more one or the other. I woke up to my kids being loud and playing tag all while eating breakfast. That alone has elements of good and bad in it. Good that my kids get up and feed their faces without waking me up to pour them bowls of cereal, bad that they were running around and playing tag half of the time instead of sitting down and feeding their faces. So, after some mild shouting, I got up and started my day.

Saturday's our big shopping day. We do everything. We buy anything we need on Saturday. Food, clothes, whatever. Today, we had a lot-- moreso than usual-- to do today. Before we leave, my cousin's wife calls me and asks me over to a small family party for my cousin's birthday. I give a tentative ok before heading out.

First stop, library. Kids need books. They're grounded from the hole-y ceiling incident. No tv or games. Lots and lots of books. To my daughter, this is a treat. For my son, this is his worst nightmare come to life. I grabbed a few books that I think he'll think are cool enough to read and zip off.

Next stop, the music store where I bought my busted up 400 cd case. I still growl a bit thinking about that. But it is now replaced and housing my cds. I'm happy. That was a quick stop, too. I was in and out in 5 minutes. Sweet!

And then the AT&T store where I'm shopping for a new cell phone because I really, really, really hate this one right now. The little punk ass bitch has been shifty for the longest time. I find the phone. My dream phone. The one with zoom. Discoutned more than I expected, too. I lunge for it. They say that I have to wait another month to get the discounts and then I'll also get a $50 rebate. Much pouting, cursing, etc was done. Yes, I threw a mini-tantrum. I'm not proud. I want that damn phone!

Off to the video game store. But, oh wait.. The pet store. The cat needs a new collar. And a pooper scooper. And an enclosed litter box. Ok, now off to the video game store. The boy lost his friend's game and we need to replace it. Of course, I didn't find out about the missing game until just recently. I was not happy. In fact, I think I might've sworn. Oh, wait... That was over something else. Same day, though. Ok. So we replace the game. Boy owes me money. I will collect.

Ahh, my home away from home, Macys. But this time, not for me or the kids. I need a birthday gift, pronto. Well-off cousin. What to get? I do the lame thing and get a sweater. But at least it's a lovely Ralph Lauren sweater. I grab a box and jet because dear fucking god it's getting late and I haven't even done the food shopping yet.

Food shopping. But that's boring. I had the world's slowest cashier. Now I don't know about y'all, but I prefer to pack my own groceries. This girl... Ugh. She kept grocery-blocking my ass. And she'd put, like, two things in a bag and hand it over. Very frustrating for a practical control freak like me. Eventually, she got the clue and let me take over.

I race home. There are two messages on my machine. More family that wants to see us. Grr. I'm tired, cranky, hungry. I feel icky. I call to cancel on the party. I cancel the other relatives. I eat and organize cds. Screw 'em all, I need rest. But I adore my new cd case. I eye it lovingly and even caress it at times. So pretty. I need more cds.

I can't believe I have to wait a month for my phone..